If you do not talk to me
How do I know where to start
Or where to end this conversation?
Your silence has taken too long
Birds have stopped singing
The faucet has stopped dripping.
We are caught in a vacuum
This mute nothingness causes
eardrums to unceasingly bleed of need.
Caught in a maelstrom of emotions
our eyes dilate in misplaced notions
that we are what we are not, set adrift.
Of course I am of a different race
but of the same persuasion that you are
Creatures of the night, stalking till daylight.
Somebody asks if I still sleep
I am amazed myself how I manage to see
the KEYS when I myself do not have knowledge.
I am a flower becoming a rhyme
without a cause, without direction
until a singer comes along, and a pianist.
And yet another beginning comes
A poem upon a poem, a song in a song
A life's story unfolding, we are intertwining.
Surely you know how everything ends
Stop breathing if you can, control rhythm
Of your heart, or the convolutions of your brain.
Yes, now you see none can find a reason
For all the seasons, why is there sun or rain
Why are you here my friends - is this a dream?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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