I crouch, silenced by these gushing sounds,
crouch not in fear, but in a quest,
a search to manifest this tranquil serenity,
my hunt to make this living different.
Yet I’m blinded, trying to tend a garden of wilderness,
on my face a blank stare, a blank page in my mind.
I’m waiting to unpack what I already know,
waiting to set fire to my soul.
That’s when I hear a tune melo,
all I need is a handful of thoughts to sing along this rhythm,
if only to cut through each thread of your skin,
if only to let the sky watch this bird unfurl and fly.
This is where I start, this is where I say,
Give me words to express this silence.