echo

I am the echo
whose existential crisis
means I am silent

This ‘haiku’ is based on a dream in which I played French horn in a symphony orchestra. The piece was Brahms’ 1st Symphony, 4th movement introduction, where the horns echo one another. But I was unsure which part exactly was supposed to be mine and I ended up playing nothing. The idea of a silent echo struck me (awake) as similar to ‘the sound of one hand clapping’ in Zen.

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