You know, for someone that views poetry writing as excruciatingly challenging, I tend to write it quite often. :o
Melody
Encompassed in stunning silence,
The world, surrounding, wanes.
Struggling to grasp that thin alliance
To ensnare the echo that eludes
Those unable to perceive the noise.
Vision may resonate vibrantly now,
Though dully to those with no choice
But to relinquish the sound
In exchange for tranquility.
It is seemingly blissful and serene,
But for those with the unwanted formality
Of living perpetually in noiseless harmony,
It is to be encompassed in stunning silence.
