What does this poem mean?

Ah, Quincey Tropes, "Poem Reaching for Something", it talks about how sound and noises become and remain in the world, even out of one tree the breeze speaks, it may disappear but the sound, like the breeze goes on. But then he ponders, what about words, language, do they just go on and on also? It's a nice cantor through a pondering thought, something almost for poets, but not exclusive to them. Very wonderful images and sonics.