Vorochta 5

Posted By yumado on October 15, 2009

Music in my ears,

The world has no voice.

It moves to what only I can hear.

Images of light.

Flashes of life.

Music in my ears.

Lips move,

The world has no voice.

With every passing moment,

My thoughts grow louder.

With music in my ears,

I am in control.

Category: Literary Works, Yurij Dobriansky
Tags: daily beats, listening, motion, music in my ears, rhythm, rhythm of life, voiceless, world