Invisible

Would you vouch for sound's sake

Wholly dependent on oxygen

After a tempestuous voice spake

After a humble tune is forgotten?

Would you swear of love in every form

Of neighborly love, a child's love

Or else render it an illusion born

Of what mere humans dreamed up

And to seek for it is a vain plight?

Would you deny that pain exists

Ebbing in and out like the tide

And heartache too, also as tenuous?