Lost in a world of feelings,
confused as to which is his.
Melodies, harmonies, dissonances,
flow through his river of thoughts.
Plain music, no words, no lyrics, no meaning.
Work, that he knows he has to do.
But strength he looked, yet did not find.
Loneliness blocks his senses, leaving his hearing functional.
He stares blankly through the shadows.
Scents, odorless scents fill his nostrils.
His heart beats, slowly, accelerates to a great allegro.
Then drops to a sudden andante.
The cycle continues.
He waits, in naught for his dawn.
A new breeze to set him off.
A gentle gale to carry him.
Despite the hopelessness,
of his 'broken wings'
