Does It Make A Sound?

"If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?"

I began writing a tale, but then pressed backspace. 

The tale was rich. It steamed with emotions. But it had to ferment. Words, uttered before time, give off the steam and the essence stays back. The saline element of the moisture that floats in the eyes, and cuts through the heart, needs a little simmering to enrich the soul.

Why not hide it away in some forlorn nook of the heart, and let it stay there: unheard, unspoken of... never even whispered of! 

Let that tale's symphony keep on meddling with the rhythm of the heart. Always.

Hafiz says:

Don't surrender your loneliness
So quickly.
Let it cut more deep.

Let it ferment and season you
As few human
Or even divine ingredients can.

Something missing in my heart tonight
Has made my eyes so soft,
My voice
So tender,

My need of You
Absolutely
Clear.

- Hafiz Shirazi

PS: 

If no one is around to hear it, who knows if the tree ever fell or not?

PPS:

And oh yes, by the way, steam contained within, could drive locomotives!