Heavy does rest stillness when one’s alone;
Leaving the world apart, now lesser known.
But do we truly leave? For it follows
us in, that horrible sound of it all
that ever emits from dawn to nightfall;
yet – no less – so in darkness, it swallows
up anything refusing to conform.
Locked here within, no possible retreat,
to listen has here become obsolete.
The heart, forgotten that it once was warm,
accepts the dry chill of this immanence.
The notes now offer no reason or rhyme,
though I think such beliefs have passed their time:
If we lack harmony, what’s dissonance?
Leaving the world apart, now lesser known;
Heavy does rest stillness when one’s alone.
Hoping for Clarity 