Unsonnet I

Evoke an entire person with a song,
A whole with every note being trill of voice
And chorus being a face

Evoke a room when mentioning a word
A word stuck to the walls like shells in sand -
A room's a person after all, I find

Evoke your only heartbreak with a smell
Caught guiltily from holding their old coat
Aroma is the soul leaked from the pores

Evoke feeling, see a world create
Itself around you, holds you like a tank
Hear a song, a poem - hear that voice
The world is not of lines, but echoed noise