silence above my head
fish scales wrapping sky
droplets of rain still
mirroring my smile again
waiting for wind shifts
drop quietly on to grass
as wings gently glide
with love in joyous morn
where is music i want to
maybe remain in mute's lips
i can hear way beyond those
trees, mountains, clouds
can you hear my singing
yes i am in your mind
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