Written by: Ph.d Volo Von Wolfenstein

This is what my soul sounds like-
crescendo; the silence overflowering
with waves of bliss and rose-coloured hope,
this is my happiness, love stretching out 
into a multi-coloured kiss, decrescendo,
a dry bouquet of carnations displayed
at the foot of my grave, 
the quiet self of alienation, where I am,
where I’ll be,
 till’ you find me 
stretching out my hands
to play the song again.