Violin notes straddle the sinking sun
The music of sadness pervades
the hazy, scarlet dusk
I strain my ears to hear the thoughts
Which are unspoken

The ‘other’ ventured a question
The ‘ego’ ventured an answer

- Do you comprehend the music?
- I cannot even listen

A guitar acts as surrogate
To my voice
Once joyful, now monotone
Fort it accepts its condition through a mental attitude of unchangeable frameworks
Of an acting-life

That which seemed beautifully coloured
Turns out to be monochrome

We strive to acquire that which by natural law
does not pertain to us
We yearn for it like the night yearns for the pale, ghostly radiance of the moon
To comfort it

Comfort me oh night for I am your creature
I exist in stillness
For I am part of the void
of the nothingness,
of the time which ceases to be present
I am a wondering star, a wondering vagabond
Give unto me the wholeness mother

Once again, as ever,
I strive to listen to that which is not even uttered

I listen to silence