So- I started singing back

The words into my life

That no melody

Was sufficient enough to explain

Or could even conquer

The depth of my emotions

To which became

An open expression

Of the most flustered flowers

That fully bloom

Not only in the spring

But even during

The coldest of the winter winds

Because I realized

Whatever season it may be

I don’t have to drift

With the seeming apparent

Dictated weathers of my life

I can always be

Sitting here at the peak

At the observer’s POV

Dancing and smiling

To whatever that comes

With surrendered judgments

As to what is good and negative

I glide- with a heart full of hope

And suddenly these,

distant expectations of gratefulness

Become as near

As the sweetest fervent whispers

Of a lover in deep longing

For a kiss satiated fully

With the aroma of passion

And the scalding heat

Of one’s maddeningly burning desire

To fulfill what he truly is

Standing in his truth, unwavering

Despite what

the outside appearances may seem

Oh, how lovely it is

Breathing in

The poise, grace, and magnificence

That faith brings

So, it appears-

The most beautiful sound there is

The silence when you are

Amongst and in between the stars

In the calmness of a late

February night

Alone on the rooftop

While the whole world

Arrested their rumblings

in their own meticulous dreams

And everyone is just-

peacefully slumbering

And the words,

the silence, and the melody

With or without

Everything, all of it

Even the stars and distant galaxies

Stopped and continued within.