Absence

If I'm the tone where is my sound?
Where is the melody
That takes my notes into account?
Where are my verses to be found?
Remaining unsung
Remaining unheard and aground.

If I'm the light, where is my flash?
A fragile glimmer glow
Ablaze and burning to the ash
Where is the flame that I adore?
Remaining unlit
Within the gloom forevermore.

Am I me Where is my willing?
Am I real Where is my dreaming?
Am I free Where is my dreaming?
Am I dead Where is my dying?
If I'm the word, where is my sense?
Where have meanings gone
That frame confusion into tense
And save my phrases from pretense?
Remaining unread
Remaining lacking in substance.

Venomed by this narrow fear
Where are the voices
That channel every idea?
Whose promises are insincere
Who'll bury me inside
This worthless shell that I revere?

Absence I thirst for life
Absence All my longing
Absence An acquired waste
I'm nothing more than yearning.