I plunge into a realm so quiet,
Runaway plan form this pilgrimage.
Sealing the doors, drawing the curtains,
I listen to a music so different,
The voice of a soul demanding release.
Vision of a world of possibilities.
Imprisoned words bolts away,
without a fret of security.
A heart so heavy, turns like the yellow leaf,
blown by the summer wind.
I forget my existence for a while..
Like raindrops hitting the ground,
The ink hits the dry paper,making
puddles of memories and thoughts.
Emotions dried in ink, they are
memories buried in paper.
Strong words of a faint voice.
Vivid images of blurred moments.
A loud shout of quietness........
