But The Doorbell

But however much I sing,

'I'm alone,

I feel forlorn';

My doorbell doesn't ring.

But when I see else's grief,

My mind rings a bell again.

I throw up my sorrow in relief;

So long, I say to my fake pain.

But for very long,

Innate nature can't be unhappy.

The doorbell tunes now, as company;

To desolate loners, I sing along.