Do I say what I say?
And mean what I mean?
Why my words are so gay?
Whereas joy inside, so lean
Do I sing the song which you listen?
Or play the tune which you hum,
‘Cause you smile but my eyes glisten
And matching moves fail to come
Letters, words, lines and prose,
Shades of ink on paper they lay.
Commas, stops and spaces around those,
Speak the things which words can’t say
Listen to the sounds of silence, dear
Music reverberates pure and true.
It says the things and says them clear,
And for a change means them too…