I am here and there you are
In gestures my hands stretched yet touch you not
And loads are there to infer to you
And I spoke mildly, noisily and screamed
But your understanding is shallow or your ears are shut as hear me they don’t
For words say no more that can be heard
My strengths I measured up for works to do
Pen and paper viable tools a prose of interest I make
If reading aparts your passion
Oh that I may reach you
But time and money and strength I wasted
You look, blink your eyes and spiting me you passed
Like nothing relevant am I to you
For words say no more that can be read
Here I come again with words
And pouring it in lines and verses
Making it beautiful in rhymes and pentameters
That thou mayest appreciate the touch
Of the flows of figurative words
And my mind pour the love of your heart
But this you abhorred my messages on you like water poured on stones
For words say no more that can be heard
Ah! Had I not thought of this earlier?
Sounds, sounds encoded in melodious tunes
With harps and cymbals and jazz
In vocals and instrument and devices how far they go how deep
Touching spines and marrows and brains
Ah! If today man must hear you and move to your command
Do you want him sane or mad or temperamental
Let melodious tune be the key music be your channel
For in today’s journeys of music words say no more than the world can hear
