Out of nothing came a tree.
Not so age’d nor so young.
But with goodly branches spreading

In the center there, I sat.
On a nest of mystery spun.
Heart afraid of where it’s heading

Out of nothing came a sound.
Not a word nor melody.
Still. I hear it clearly singing

In a harmony I sit.
Out of nothing has it come.
From the nothing something ringing

Out of nothing came a stone
In my lap was white and round
That, my hand, is gently turning

Into nothing, will I go.
From the branches, stone and sound.
See, the nothing tree is burning

he never understands the beat of her heart
calling for passion and trust from someone
she never gives respect to herself and to a friend
just to catch his attention, she'll do everything 'till the end
he watches her closely from night 'till dawn
she pretends not to hear the gossip of all
they denied to themselves the truth of their feelings
they hide the eyes that's full of pretending
with their pure hearts they bid Good bye!
because nobody wants to start a new life

Usually I see
     light spilling out from beneath the closed door
Usually I hear
     your breath whispering across the panes of glass
Usually I feel
     your touch even if it's just in my dearest dreams
But this time
     but this time

nothing
     nothing at all

I am all the books I’ve ever read, all the movies I’ve ever seen, all the songs I’ve ever heard
I am the snippets of conversation I overhear in the dining hall
I am the scribbles on the chalkboard of my 11 am class
I am the coffee stains on my mother’s mail
I am the torn out pages of my journal
I am the whispers in library study rooms
I am the thumping music of the club I am too young to be in
I am the blood dripping from a wound made too fast too deep too careless
I am the popping in my ears as my plane steadily ascends beyond heights any person should go
I am the angry yelling I try not to hear
I am the deafening silence I wish would be interrupted
I am the heartbeat racing faster and faster and faster as I lay completely still in bed, head covered my my blanket
I am the too-loud laughter in early hours of the morning
I am the tears blurring vision as I receive bad news
I am hope
I am fear
I am hate
I am love
I am everything

Me?
Oh, I'm nothing
I wouldn't even say as nothing as a rock, as a spec of dust, as a worm, as an atom
Because that's still something

But you
You, you, you, you, you
You asked me to tell you something about myself
You who is more than something in my eyes

You are something amazing, gorgeous, bright, exhilarating, lovely, astonishing

You gave me something by asking
Something by looking
By touching
By hearing
By-
By God, by something!
Something!

I'm nothing, but you asked, so I must be something