Perfection - Jyrki 69

Quiet, the perfection of poem

Silent, the perfection of sound

Content, the perfection of play

Empty, the perfection of construct

It takes white and black to make a shadow

It takes a strike to make a tone

It takes two to make a play

To make a building, it takes clay

To want, one needs a thought

To need, there must be a flaw

To hate, there must be anger

And to love, nothing at all

To create, one needs a vision

To achieve, one needs a dream

To live, there must be hope

And to die, the desire to let go