all the letters written and blowntowards the sky, to the mindsof the ones who craves ones
Sublime thoughts race through my mindArtists, composers giving meaning to lifeCreations demonstrating better parts of us…
Every time my thoughts run dryAnd my pen stays frighteningly still I wonder if that is all there is to itThat what I had…
It’s quiet without the quiet manThe one who never talksAlthough you seldom hear his voiceYou…
I know you see the screen,The pen and paper.You hear the tap, tap, tapping