The Empty Buddha Board

I call to a room
and here an echo back at me
The Buddha board remains empty

I fill the tray with water
and it collects dust
The Buddha board remains empty

day after day
week after week
The Buddha board remains empty

Fall turns to winter
Winter to spring
The Buddha board remains empty

year after year
and the world turns cold
the Buddha board remains empty

The buddha board
lost and forgotten
it remains empty