Eventually all you said will fade
into the orchestra’s practice,
the cacophony of the universe,
every statement you made
torn apart by screaming fugues.
No one will ever remember too
that you said something at all,
but you will have said it. That
they can’t take away from you.
It has been said. It has been done.
The sheet music is left behind.
Your words melt and all is blown away
but one sentence will remain
somewhere in someone’s mind.
It was not in vain. She must have heard.