The salt burns, freeing the fumes of itch.
When rain reluctantly drops once on your lips.
It recognizes the wails of your silence that
Echo beyond the world you never belonged to-
The world that looks like you: a grey memory blurred.
Caged, coffined, cast away from you and yourself.
You, the piano unplayed with notes unread,
More like a handless clock with no numbers yet,
In an ocean unknown but searched for still ‘cause
There are cracks, some cracks in this hollow ocean-
You and your voice in this hollow ocean….
Then the sunlight too, that faded you both away again
Before you could sing together, oblivious in this ocean.