You have some very beautiful imagery in this poem. I especially liked the second stanza because I can somewhat picture the notes coming from two different musical instruments and they end up canceling each other out. It's beautiful, yet sad at the same time. It's very nice.

I thought it was a little cliche though, what with the whole poem revolving around that question that people ask: If a tree falls in a forest with no one there to hear it, did it make a sound?

In a way, I like how it mirrors that questions, but on the other hand, it kinda pushes me away from it.

I was confused about the imagery at the 6th stanza. The whole soul dying in a tomb was what made it confusing. I think of a tomb as a graveyard with someone's soul having already left the body, so I didn't understand how a person's soul can die once more from the body that it already left. o_O Perhaps it is my weird sense of logic that's pushing me away from this stanza and leaving me in a confused puddle. XD

Finally, the ending. I actually like that you ended the poem this way because I totally expected you to end it with the whole tree in a forest thing. However, you leave the reader with a sense of motivation by having the speaker go out to search for the song that will harmonize their melody. Very beautiful. =)

-Lime
My internet works now, so it has allowed me to tack on a big fat sticker that says "Great job, you RM winnar, you! =P"

well since you like critique (giving and I assume getting), I could go on about some things like:

"If a song plays in an empty room,
Is it really sound at all?"

Is the song playing on a CD player, 'cause if so the room would not be empty...blah blah...and there are other things. But I often find that sort of nitpickiness spoils the moment and, in a sense, misses the point.

Such things are sort of irrelevant, 'cause overall this poem is pretty special.

I especially like the last two stanzas I think, and the last two lines:

"It matters because I matter
And I'll search until I'm found."

Great ending!

So yeah, I approve :)

"A fish doesn't know what wet is, only/ Because they've never experienced dry."

You write of things I know, things I've seen, but things which I had never realised until I saw them written down by you. This is beautiful and sad, and I'd give you a standing ovation if you could see me :)