POEM - A Symphony with No Memory

In the vast, silent expanse of the cosmos, it is easy to feel like a forgotten speck whose existence is merely a blink in the face of eternity. We often grapple with the great despair that our triumphs and heartaches might be nothing more than a whisper lost to the sands of time. Yet, as this poem explores, there is a singular purpose found in this breathtaking moment of beauty we call life. This is much like a rose that is perfect and vibrant even while it is already dying. A Symphony with No Memory is a reflection on how our fleeting lives are not insignificant, but instead become a permanent note and a constant reverberation in the infinite song of the universe.

A Symphony with No Memory

The dust of my bones,

Indistinguishable,

From the sands of time.

The triumphs and heartaches,

So heavy and significant,

Will be less than a whisper,

An echo so faint,

My existence a blink,

As if I were never here at all.

Even this earth,

Becomes a forgotten speck.

Our histories, our gods, our wars…

A single, silent note,

In a symphony with no memory.

This is the great despair,

The silent… unspoken cold truth.

And yet.

A rose in its bloom,

The violent shock of scarlet that unfolds itself to the light,

Perfect and vibrant, already dying.

Its purpose is not to last.

Its purpose is singular.

It’s in that breathtaking moment of beauty.

When its petals fall, its beauty does not vanish.

It becomes a permanent note,

In the infinite song of the universe,

And just like our own fleeting lives,

That become a constant reverberation throughout the cosmos,

An echo of a thing that was, for a moment, everything.