The Mind And The Muse Poem by Warren Chan

I would really like to explain
the exhiliration of nothing but stop
the unseen colours hiding in sound
the gentle touch of a timid raindrop
the silent song of the silent stones
the longing dance of the night and the sun
the feelings that move my soul
the inconstant beats that my heart drums.

But how am I to explain all this-
the greatness, the majesty, the vast
to you who views endless space
through that misniscule looking-glass.