I lay in the quiet, a still afternoon,
The light through the window, a warm winter tune.
But inside was yuck, I was mind-looping stuck.
Just weight in my body and thoughts runamuck.

 

The world felt too much, each small step too far,
I drifted through days like a cold, dying star.
My mask held in place for the clients I led,
Then to sink into silence alone in that bed.

 

But sound broke that silence, with no meaning or plan,
With unbridled expression and freedom began.

 

No rules to obey, just a stream from the soul,
A babble, a murmur that started to roll.
It shifted and shimmered, a voice all its own,
And carried me further than thoughts could alone.

 

Along that canal, babbling into the air,
Yet under my breath when a jogger was there.
For hours it moved through me, strange and unplanned,
With waves of gibberish I did not understand.

 

But sound broke that silence, with no meaning or plan,
With unbridled expression and freedom began.

 

No life change, no fix—but my lens became clear,
Clearer than air before smudged with those smears.
Now “too much to do” felt like “there’s only a few,”
And the world was a shimmer, it felt like brand new.

 

I’d stumbled before on this wordless release,
Forgotten its magic, its quieting peace.
But once it returned, I knew what to say:
Enchanting will help me to bring back the play.

 

But sound broke that silence, with no meaning or plan,
With unbridled expression and freedom began.