Often we are,
Often we look, not closely enough,
Often it all slides, through the gaps,
Often we don't act, all is yap,
Often, often never get gets a chance to live,
just left it at often,
because amidst us, often never existed,

(What existed then?)
Nothing, not because we were close,
But,
because, we never harmonized,
amongst our instruments.......
-Komodachi (Strings detached)