No lyrics written
could touch upon,
such despair, nor pains.
No symphony
that could play above,
the torrents of my rains.
No words to speak the music,
that remains unheard
and unsung.
No tune to tap a beat to,
when I am so deafened,
a piece...undone.
No notes could ever come close,
to the sorrowful sounds
of my soul.
No fingers could strum
my lonely chords,
nor bell, could ever toll.
No voice
could ever ring out,
in a peaceful harmony.
For there is no way to put to music,
when there is no song,
for me.