Dieing without a voice,
does plages the soul.
But alas the scribe,
a voice he surely has,
speaks from heart gallantly.

Melody plays intriguing all
who gather to read,
sadness penned
with its power to transform.

A gift he is, striking page
with mallet-like pen strong.
Echoing feelings often hid
behind walls of mind.

Phases etch into one
burning readers eyes.
They open wounds
hidden in shadows.

They carry swirling rays
of sun-like beating heart.
Purpose...to release inner vibrations,
to cleanse burning thoughts for soul.
Soul for both scribe and reader

Thank you writer
whose face is hidden
behind inks mask.
Thank you for giving reader
a chance as their journey's clock ticks.