Perfection

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