When I Am Still I Become Words

I am a simple person I move only in black and white Dancing shadow on a wall or light in the sky Yellowness of Sunday on the other hand makes me slow and motionless Which drives me crazy and forces to write Those faded sunny rays always seem to drain me yet paint everything else Just to color my mind with my own pounding blood I move only when I am speechless In black and white https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3nhjY4L8sf4 P.S. I know it's already been with another poem, but this man's music inspires me in so many ways. Wojciech Sieracki, thank you.