when music gives no vibe
silence is out of rhyme
listens to no spark
something is broken, is it the heart?

sleep, eat, think
it lasts less than a blink
it writes on a wave
the way home, my last goodbye…

it needs space
a window out of the gray
to float, away
far and straight, shapeless clay

hunger to shine
becoming as unsanctioned rain
the wave away
is in a dream that I’ve lost on the way…