Silver is the language of my heart
the deep sensations
the long silences
of us being apart.

Silver is the color of my soul,
the restless and lost identity
screeching within this worthless body
making a deep dark hole.

Silver is the god of my mind,
guiding me,
somewhere away from here
towards the truth I have to find.

Silver is the music I hear,
sweet melodies of your voice,
I lose myself to the rhythms
to me, it’s only fair.

Silver is the guardian of my life,
stretching one hand towards me,
and the other towards the sky.
Its calling me,
as i understand, its true worth.

Silver whispers to me
and tells me I'm here to rise, much above,
and forget your visage.

Silver is accentuating before my eyes,
Its beauty shall carry my soul.