Soundless
Location
I’m drawing a blank.
My mind sits still.
The room gives me no hints.
Painfully bland is my imagination,
Bringing me nothing but ordinary.
I hear the oblivion.
Light does not dance on the walls;
The traffic outside brings no racket.
The sound of the void wakes no vision.
Hitting me like flames,
Driving me to realization.
The world is a crowded place:
A cacophony of sound.
My mind is quiet?
I can make stillness?
In this world of sound,
I CAN hear nothing.
Unmoving and peaceful is my being.
I am the artist.