listen to the silence

Soft, the wind which brushes away my thoughts.
A sound so dull and soothing, in an instant which is lost.
Hard, the reality of my desperate grasp.
The losing battle of harmony, presented to me at last.
Beneath, the colourful play of patterns dream.
Weaving complex structures, joining to create a seam.
Above, the crashing of ethereal thoughts live.
Curtains drawn to shield my soul, emotions lost to give.
Hear, a desperate plea for meaningful life.
A tangible stream of melodies, which only brings me strife.
Listen, an image of my naked self.
A silence that is absolute, the sound of life itself.