Searching words   just to write ,
catching thoughts   black & white .
Passing by  with speed of  light ,
suddenly  they are out of  sight  .

Wrote some down as they descend ,
in my mind like colors they blend .
Well now there is nothing , nothing to extend ,
cause love is silent and words pretend .

Throwing words , just to rhyme ,
sure  is   ,  hell  of  a  crime .
So thinking of nothing , i played my flute ,
cause words were nothing , but just too brute .