The value of a singe note, is clear,
 when silence is decreed.
Hard to value single notes
 in strains of symphonies.
What treasure then, is he
 who finds the value in a soul
Among the many thousands who 
are singing all those notes.
A single bird, a single leaf,
 an individual seed,
One morning’s sun, one evening’s sounds, 
strong and yet serene.
A smile…….. a greeting……..laughter,……..tears;
 one moment caught in time.
It’s not the moments hard to reach, 
it’s the catching that’s sublime.

                        by D.K.Walker