It wanders line by line lonely- <br />It does not know what it is- <br />It listens to music elsewhere <br />And hopes to hear itself- <br /> <br />It waits and wonders at the beauty of silence, <br />And suddenly without knowing why <br />Begins to feel itself alive <br />As it hears in the background <br />Its own rhythm slowly unfolding <br />In sounds it does not know the name of- <br /> <br />The poem hears its own music <br />And is -<br /><br />Shalom Freedman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-poem-searches-for-its-own-music/
