dancing with the muse

the solace I find in music,
in words written by strangers
that speak to the feelings in my heart

silent alarms

but can you brave to listen
what the silence has to say?

when you find the silence deafening
and comfort in background noises
what fills your head?

a peck freshly formed of crimson on my neck,
a hint here, a hint there,
almost ready to turn blue, but not yet…

Found a way to catch the sun
in-between concrete spaces.