The Meaning of Nothing

The Meaning of Nothing

There was a certain sadness
to it all,
grey moss and violence remained
--a sorrow music could not disclose
where it came from--
it just kept floating by me,
aging pure and perfect,
the sound pounding its inescapable
presence, a vow
of eternal ownership.
It was a warning,
like the kind discovered
when sentences start
with "it must have been."
As with the things that must have been,
there is never an offering
of a revelation, a meaning.