Playing in the silence,
Little song radiating across my travel.
Playing on and on.
Its notes caring and kind,
Mesmerising and capturing.
A little song, playing, always.
In those smallest actions,
The fewest of words,
Sweet songs flowing in the wind.
Not a care at all.
Just revelling in the simple bliss.
This… little song.
Unique, free and sweet.
The melody speaking so gentle,
A little song enough to,
Show the sign,
One to shake away the darkness,
To make my own light.
All there is,
From the slightest whisper of this,
This little song.
More of an abstract symbolic poem. Thinking. Thinking about a lot and trying to write the thoughts to calm them.
Maybe a storyesque? Don’t really know.