What is sound?
what is to hear?
how many echoes color the air?
and how many sounds exist in a moment?

Cluster of dyes
mountains of frequencies
The abyss being flooded
with organized symphonies
and disorganized feeling seas.

Sound is a blind thunder,
a fire in the ear,
a mouth that pronounces your name,
and the expression of what is alive.

By the wind it runs furious
to inevitably dilute to infinity
like that first sound you heard
at the beginning of today.  

It is the magic
of those who close their eyes
and the betrayal of bare feet steps
hugging you by surprise.

Sound is also silence.
Without silence,
the sound would have no name,
and this poem
would not have been made.

*- Fc.

The darkness spread fast..
The fading glow made me sad a little..
But from the darkness I heard new sounds and tones..
Sounds of something that was hidden in the light..
The more darkness there was the clearer the sounds became..
They reminded me of whale songs back at home..
We were all walking toward the light mountains..

The light storm had passed. We continiued our dark journey through the light forest toward these majestic and beautiful light mountains.  There were many mountains the ranged in the same size all except for one.  It stood higher than my eyes could see.  I dare say it stuck out of the planet.  At times it looked like a pillar of light..   We were a group of dark walkers, shadow touchers, dusk bringers, I tried to come up with a cool name to call our group as my mind wonders about in my head.   We then come upon a pond of light water.  It shined with green light rather than blue like the river..  I then heard the voice speak to me.. " They keep her here, we cannot enter these waters, but you can.. Go and free her please."  Without hesitation I stepped into the green light water. The water is deep as I am completly submerged.  But to my suprise I do not see light. I see complete darkness.   For the moment I begin to panic.  But then I see a small speak of light at the center of all the darkness.  It begins to grow and spin about itself.  I then realize that it was a heartbeat.  What I was seeing was a beating heart in the darkness.  I cannot begin to tell you how beautiful it was. It grew brighter and brighter with my presence.  Then a body started to take shape around it.  Only in darkness could I have seen this...

It's easy to say
No one understands me
When I don't even explain

It's easy to feel
The world breaking around me
When I don't even try to fix it

It's easy to see
What's wrong
When I close my eyes to what's right

It's easy to hear
You can't do it
When I tell myself that

It's hard to believe
Someone can love me
When I can't love them back

I rarely hear the Trumpets now
The singing bellows of quelling sound
Which tame the Beast, I fear inside
His hypnotic trance, is a Demon's cry

I cannot see the Painter's wrath
Brushstrokes raging down forbidden path
Long forgotten, but forever known
His sinister smile breaks day when shown

I know not the Cinder's smell
The Kindling Madness of an ancient spell
Ash inhaled of perfect ruin,
His incantation of evil is brewing

I dare not taste the Wicked's Cuisine
Dark nectars twist the tongue of Fiends
Bellies full of Nightmare's tears
His fruition comes through pain and jeers

I reach to touch the Devil's Hand
Three of a kind and a master plan
To call the bluff or submit and fold
His reign begins, free will already sold

Scream.
Scream into the sky.
For one day I will be with the stars,
And I will hear your voice
Once more.

I can feel life hugging every inch of my skin

I can feel life springing from the right side in

I can hear music in all the different sounds

I can hear music in my hearts every pound

i fall in a way
day to day
to the words
i fail to say

you are silent
but my dear
in heart, the words you say
i can vividly hear