Gazing into the endless sky with awe
Too confused to write or to draw
Thousands of thoughts under false pretense
Powerfully real yet not making sense

Sitting on the grass feeling the river flow
Watching my fading ink slowly go
Letter by letter wilting on the page
Slip of the tongue on a theatre stage

Textbook romance, predictable and cheesy
Lines which only make us feel uneasy
Words can't describe the pleasant shudder
Of what's being felt from one heart to another

A heart full of meaning is deafened and mute
A hopeless serenader bereft of his lute
Blood boiling bubbles with bottled-up verve
Are we to be silent when language doesn't serve?

Hoping a fly-by bee can inspire
A soul run dry on passion and desire
Wasted power from a fountain of love
A well of dreams burnt out by the sun above

Staring at the blank piece of paper in my hand
Full of empty words - will you understand?
The numbing turmoil, emotional violence -
Will you listen to the sound of silence?