Role

When everything and everyone around are silent I feel my soul being fulfilled with serenity and peace. My inspiration then starts emerging in a crescendo Bit by bit, carrying into effect plain ‘n clear perceptions. Those perceptions bring about reflection And it all makes meaningful reasoning arise Followed by ideas [creative or not] that come up To cause my hands to move and write, write, write! Doing that I go all through the night, and Next morning my body is thoroughly wasted. My spirit, however, is not weary, for silence Fed it with plenty of wonder and satisfaction. So I just live the day Enjoying every moment, And feeling like I’m sure What my role in the world is.