The lament of a french horn
echoes through the empty hall,
its sound attempting to fill the void,
like the cries of the bereaved.
Like going to confession
only to find no one listening,
its desperate notes cry out
only to be lost in silence.
It's a sad concert,
not one ear to hear,
so it's as if it isn't happening-
the void wraps it up.
The lament of the french horn
fades from the empty hall,
its sound becoming the void,
like the passing of the bereaved.
-Zero
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