love lies in those beheld,
and with it, you also find love.
it exists in the insignificant;
in the gentle grinding of the mallet
on metal keys, in the incessant
rumbling of wood on the carpet,
in the glistening sweat beaded
on drumsticks and the bleary-eyed
stares at those scores with
just-too-many-notes-and-rests to count.
it lies hidden in the musty scent
of the paths walked by generations,
the residue warmth and comfort
remains dormant in its essence -
in the conjoining of scrapes and blisters,
in the aching wrists and forearms,
Music can change
My mood
So quickly
Because
I can listen to a song
That's three minutes long
And be affected
By lyrics
Tunes
Melodies
For years
The word trust
Reminds me of a flower
For it can either grow
Into something beautiful
Or weep
And become non-existent
another blue colored heart,
another gray colored sight.
with skies portrayed in square,
i start to compare,
a dense love;
a heavy loss;
each different clouds;
each different bounds.
with skies pictured by hand,
i comprehend,
a breathless day;
a price to pay;
a crave to forget
a massive regret.
After years of waiting we finally meet, and I couldn't utter a single word.
I overdosed silence for so long that when you asked me, my tongue was numb!
I only ask once.
Okay maybe twice.
Or five, six, seven eight
Hundred times.
Quite many times I admit.
and that's why
the moment I stop, I mean it.
Its not because I quit.
Its simply that I no longer want it.
Its quite controversial to me too
after wanting something for such a long time
After that moment, I never ever want it again.
Not in a million years.
THE END.
If you say you don't have any secret
You really have the real one.
Its even secret from yourself.
You are that secretive that you never told yourself.
Silence is my mother tongue.
I fluently speak it, but I never understood a word of it.
You were told to love others as you love yourself, believing you know how to love yourself already.
When star explodes, its billion times brighter than a sun. But that big supernova is how the star dies.
I guess its the same when a soul with too much words explodes, it cause
an utter silence.
They were amazed how she never speak
and try to show off all her beauty.
So words adorned her.
Oh how words adored silence!
Silence is a drug, be cautious in your dose taking.
For some of us get addict, and never feel again the urge to speak.