The Music sings
in the back of the mind
and plays a joyful tune,
as it twists and turns
As the melody flows
From the lips that sing.

But the silence that
creeps and crawls alone
Exists in the shade
In which he groans
For he is choked
Because he stays
Within his desperate world.

The silence is an
Always brooding cry
That never ends.
His sense unties
As his chains bond
As he screams for sky
As nothing can
Fill the silence.

The Music creates a place of peace
as it flows freely over mountains never to cease
and forges a sweet belonging as in the song
as the music goes on and on,

But the silence exists with desolation
as he dreams and dreams for consultation
that he is not alone in the hopeless world
as he fights the chains that bind him.

The silence is an
Always brooding cry
That never ends.
His sense unties
As his chains bond
As he screams for sky
As nothing can
Fill the silence.