You're not alone when you are the poem It's the silence after that's deafening
You're not alone when you are in the zone, You're finally home It's the silence after that's deafening
When the rhythms and rhymes flow And time puts its head down and goes It's the silence after that's deafening
When dancing in the night Doing the tango with words Dancing down old hallways Listening for old echoes Sometimes delight Sometimes the ruins You're never alone
It's in between the poetry, that's when we can hear it the solitary silence that's deafening.
Inspired by Traveler Tim, he's the arsonist, igniting poetry all around him.