Where the sound goes . . . . .

Where the sound goes . . . . .

                            for my students

Where does the sound go?

The distant bell
the laughter of children

the echo of these words
these tears
that to paper fall
like every drop
of rain

the thunder and crack
of lightning
on a cloudless day

the silent cry of love:
O love, love.

Follow the sound.

Follow the sound
of wind & trees
of every leaf
that falls.

There I will be --
in your heart
and you in mine,
and you in mine.