Where is the sound?

When the sounds go,then the light goes too,

From silence comes fresh fear,the feeling of doom,

Nothingness,a void of sorrow surrounds our heart,

It is dense this dark nothing sound,it doesn’t have a seed,

If only a nucleus existed to feed the cell,the sonic vibration could flower then,

Like the poets of the post Haulocaust who couldn’t write,so to the silent sounds of the artist fights,

Screams and shouts to get out,not to get a “well done”,an “excellent”,

No,not that,just a reaction from the hearer,just a reaction,

Fore when the reaction comes ,then the sounds escapes from the catacomb ,from its hades dungeon.


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