In a deep slumber
I see myself singing
To life
to love
and to moments
come and gone
The words were lost
a vagabond in the forest
awaiting the night
each day passing by
only in wonder
of the victory
of silence over noise

Some swayed out
while some stuck in my throat
Both journeys worth their while
One,
where come out the letters
swinging along the spaces
the curves
and the turns
making the tongue dance
on the music they play
a silent art known only to them
and the tranquil thread
of letters flow by
dancing through my lips
they enter the curves of the ears

Another,
suppressed by my heart
to stay in them for a while
and longer
until the time is right.
These are words
most sacred and holy
chosen by the philosopher
the sceptics
and the night
to be unleashed
only, when the time is right
I learnt about this mystery
In the deep slumber
when I sang unlike awake
and I spoke unlike my silence
This mystery of words
and their bond with sound
they clinked to my ears
and made the heart bleed out
And this mystery unfolded
when my knowledge of words
began a dance with sound
and choose my lips
to be the floor they dance on...