I could drown in this silence
It washes like a wave in me.
I could write a book on this silence
I bury my mind into it deeply.

I could paint a picture of this laugh
It's horizons and purples and soft pinks.
I could paint a picture of this laugh
It's a warm home on the porch with soft drinks.

I could act out a play on these songs
They're sleep and rest and life and joy.
I could act out a play on these songs
They're calm and open and all I look for.

I could build a mosaic of these words
Little drops of sunlight and constellations.
I could build a mosaic of these words
Unknown places on long vacations.

I could find my muse in this place
Inspiration and frustration meet and part ways.
I could find my muse in this place
Creativity and contentment meet and stay.