Voids and rhythm

It begins

Slow and steady

Once through the heart

Sorted through the soul

No rhyme or reason

No rhythm or beat

All there is is the invisible void

Void  work neither  emptiness nor happiness

Void devoid of all void

Yet the passion slays comes

To remember and to teach

To care and to cradle

There is always more to give

There is always nothing to expect

There is always something to learn

There is always a tear to shed

There is always one to remember

There is always someone to forgive

There is but the void!

There is but the void within and without

The painful void remains

To teach and to ponder

The smile remains true to ones heart

For from the void began nothing

And from nothing does inspire everything