Symphonic

Where does an echo go?

Does it fill a new soul with meaning?

Does it pass into dreams of our nostalgia?

Or does it simply fail to sustain wavelengths and fade.

 

Where does a breath go?

Does it give life to a song on a whim?

Does it transcend between self and space?

Or does it simply redistribute its components into the atmosphere.

 

Where does a life go?

Does it create and illuminate history?

Does it burn with passion and purpose?

Or does it simply distract itself until its return to dust.