I am in the garden of my own making,
one with no expectations and no need of taking...
There are no bees, flowers or grass but oh is it splendid,
no one asks who I am, no one cares what I did.
There is no sound, no touch, no sight,
but oh how this nothingness is blissfully bright!
Look at you all lost in the tangible,
why only hear what is audible, why not savor the inedible!
The strings disappear in an array of blurred lines,
Sound of no clarity clarifies unhinging times...
Drums shaking like a child in the dark,
The violin's speed leaving a slow burning mark...
Flutes screeching in a melody of pleasure in union of a restless mind,
notes of the piano mixing up all thoughts leaving them behind...
the similar notes in the sound of our fears,
I could see your cries and hear your tears.
can you hear it now? can you smell it? can you taste it?
yes you can but not quiet..
lose yourself, cry and scream, don't waste it!
let your thoughts spring up and cause a melodious riot...
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