Strike the gong
Again
Again
Hear the lovely melodies, the rich tones.
Play a love song for your beloved.
Ring the cymbal
More
More
Its piercing note floats through the air,
soothing the restless babe in her cradle.
Earn a PhD
Write a book in 77 languages.
Speak them fluently to a pretending world.
Pat yourself on the back.
Empty eloquence
Soulless sound
The world wounded by pretense
and a poverty of love.
Love, and all her synonym relatives, creates
something better. Love cannot do otherwise
anymore than cymbals and gongs can play
a symphony.