Allowing them to voice themselves in words, arranging everything to suit inner rhythms seldom if ever heard by anyone else.
Silencing parts of speech, putting them wherever I want to, singing mutely in my mind as they are situated indefinitely on pages of future books.
Surrounding other worlds with any type of vision possible, accessing deeper emotions with heavier tones.Descending further into my being, secluded beyond any reprieve from people who bother me incessantly.
Thoroughly feeling the stress being vanquished byclassical music I’m listening to while writing.
Awakening dreams, hidden within, giving themanother chance to play themselves out.Gathering all talents into one thought, thenspreading them throughout the universe so everyone can enjoy what has been created through them all.
Carefully penetrating their way into myheart, without causing any harm untilthey are felt.Soothing thoughts of music,stroking strings of melody’s voice.Keeping words to myself as they arehurled with piercing tones of anger.
