I now think if a tree
falls in the deepest forest
and no human is there to listen,
it doesn't make a noise.
I don't base my theory
on the immutable laws of physics,
nor do I wish to argue
this from a teleological point of view.
This is strictly my way
of saying listening is
more than hearing and
loving more than touching
and your attention to
what I say
(and to what I don't and cannot say)
is what makes me who I am
becoming.
Without your ears I am nothing.
You love me first with your mind,
and when the smallest leaf rustles
with fear or curiosity
in my soul,
you hear it
with your heart.
My tree stands in you.