Remainder

“Music is all around it, and there the heart partakes of the joy of the Infinite Sea.” — Kabîr

One drop ran down the open window
and it was more beautiful than any word
I have ever written.

I could write and burn
ten thousand poems and never
find it again,
because it is not poetry;
it is life.
Here, I have made my declaration.

This is what I cannot say,
what only You can hear.

It is done. I go now to drown in truth.
Tell no-one I was here.
Only the traceless remains.