My heart sings a tune no one can hear
In this loneliness that drowns the sea of people
Where can I find the souls that breathe the gray wind
The unseen breeze that speaks the right pitch
They are not here
They are somewhere
Damn right, the catastrophes bore me
They play nothing but the strings of voiceless imaginations
Now I need the fingers to reach the distance
To send the conscious messages in this idle room
Will the winged-creatures send me ones?
Or they merely sit and watch these muted scenes?
Seemingly, it’s nobody but the eternal time who has the answer
To my forbiddingly questionable query