I had a dream
that someday
my screams
will sway
the people’s choice
but not by the waves
of my voice
but of my turns of phrases

My aunt would turn on her phone
And play some songs
Air Supply
as lullabies
And others that would cradle me to sleep

The music from the phone eased the yearn for my mother's comforting songs
Still now, music remains to grow strong
in my heart

Why are our endings
So sporadic?
A minute we’re our universe.
A minute we
reach out and care
so seldom.

When I was a mere child
I would wake up as soon as the
Sun broke out in rays
A radio would be placed on a table in our little porch
And its songs always brought me joy
Oh, what nostalgia
The Carpenters would sing their
comforting music
Bread would sing their heartfelt songs
Whenever Perhaps Love would come, I would close my eyes and wander about my future life

is majestic
it’s as majestic as
their craft
it’s one stroke that says
a million words
it’s a beat that makes
a million people dance
it’s one color that says
a million emotions
it’s a single thought
that comes upon a masterpiece

I'm thinking of a song
of the blue bird's lullabies when he sings to his babies
as the soft wind accompanies softly
With sparkling stream gushing,
A meadow of poppies swaying
The tree's branches raise its arms and waves
One cradles the birds
Darker is the sky becoming,
a new shade of indigo
The leaves flutter one last time as
the little chicks fly away to the dreams above their heads
Their hearts are filled with a comfortable warmth