This song of a thousand words
Condensed down to one.
Leaving the word behind,
As the word by itself has less meaning than all before it.
And yet more.
More than the sum of its parts,
Yet less than its parts combined.
All the senses combine to tell of the word.
The word left unsaid,
Unused and forgotten,
Yet on the tip of the tongue,
Just yearning to be free.