Long time it has been
That my pen touched these blank sheets
With symbols that hold all the meaning but non
The words that speak volumes to some
The words that are silence , in the emptiness of mind
Meaning spirals itself in wicked laughter
round those that do not listen.
The words so powerful,so clear, that they make all language disappear.
The impossible, the mystic,
the sincere.
I weep because I can not hear.
