It's amazing,
how so many words,
go unspoken each day.
Time spent staring at colors,
nothing being said,
no one connecting.
The traditional voice has passed,
for a screen with 1s and 0s.
But some find their voice,
in this new place,
yet they don't put it on paper,
which leaves them silent as well,
in the world around them.
The beauty of harmonies,
can rarely be heard now,
when the silence is so loud,
and heavy it feels crushing.
The songs of man and woman,
are hard for me to find,
because I've forgotten,
what my own melody sounds like.
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 10:16 PM UTC
It's amazing,
how so many words,
go unspoken each day.
Time spent staring at colors,
nothing being said,
no one connecting.
The traditional voice has passed,
for a screen with 1s and 0s.
But some find their voice,
in this new place,
yet they don't put it on paper,
which leaves them silent as well,
in the world around them.
The beauty of harmonies,
can rarely be heard now,
when the silence is so loud,
and heavy it feels crushing.
The songs of man and woman,
are hard for me to find,
because I've forgotten,
what my own melody sounds like.
