Sensing Silent Sorrow

Sensing a silent sorrow growing within, drawing tears from an ever-growing pool of sadness within, watching it quietly being nurtured by events and loss in this earthly life. Wondering, gently touching the surface, seeing ripples go silently across it, not disturbing any of the aband- onment just below it. Harmonica music playing in the distance as I listen to it, taking me into a place where loneliness engulfs me with it's sole purpose in life. Characterized by meanings of loss, nothing can be done about it, so I sit here sensing a silent sorrow growing within.