Echoes of Silence
Echoes of silence
Pierce me
With the stillness of thy melodies;
While I live I hear,
Drowning chorus of tragedies.
The birds mutely watch
As noises pass by;
While none can grasp their fleeting rhythm,
My mind dances up in sky.
The tempo of chorus
Fast and strong,
As Pilgrim feels the waves;
Hears only a stillness
Far beyond
Of memories, dreams and plays.
My mind lends to chorus
A lonely wishful voice
As I live I hear
A melody of my choice.
