Unseen and yet the phoenix rises over head from ashes now grown cold.
Unheard and yet the crystal fountain rushes with jade and emeralds, their essence sounding delicately like a bell of golden light that rings with laughing sounds.
Unfelt and yet the darkness of the night blows bottomless through the room, a tangible presence like the chanting prayers of monks long since gone from this world.
Unsmelt and yet the perfume of the flowers we once thought of exhale a breath of yellow dust that makes us weep.
Untasted and yet the sleepless moments we cannot run from linger like a bitter wine who's taste will not quite wash away.
And here for just a second we almost sense these things and a shiver passes over us and we do not know why.