IMPRESSIONS & THOUGHTPRINTS
I still have songs to sing ---
In spite of silences
So long imposed by emptiness;
Still echo and twist
Through corridors long boarded up
And left abandoned.
In spite of noises
So intense and interrupting;
Still assemble and bound
Beyond the walls so awkwardly erected
And left decaying.
Although the world is deafened
And songs must linger in fading tones
Like declining half-life radiation
Dwindling to the aural dimensions
Deciphered only by the inward ear.