Pizza And Poetry

Nothing

Here there is Nothing, Nothing at all.
Nothing is empty, noiseless soul.
Nothing is Nothing, Nothing at all.
All this is Nothing, still lonely knoll.
All of this Nothing, no longer Nothing.

So there is Something, Something is here.
Something is full, exuberant cheer.
Something is Something, Something is here.
Now there is Something, chases out fear.
Now here is Nothing, as well as Something.

So there is Nothing, Something is here.
Something feels full, exuberant cheer.
Something is speaking, Nothing to hear.
Hushes are spoken, whispers are near.
Nothing, and Something, at the same time.