In Solitude He Sings

A Poem by Ronak

The night is as quiet as quiet can be

And I lie awake, nary a soul to scorn me

Dreams storm my mind, and my thoughts run wild

My imagination races — I’m once again a child

Here, in the court of my mental palace

Like Hamlet, I am become a king of infinite space

The boy who never speaks at family dinner

In solitude he sings, as the stars overhead shimmer

The night is my abode, the night is my champion

I am once again a rebel, with a mad, mad passion

Some call it an illness, some call it delinquency

Alas, not everyone can dance to the same melody

The boy who never speaks at family dinner

In solitude he soars, to touch his stars that shimmer