Soundless Hours

Between twelve to four Four hours of soundless I hear people snores Yet I’m so sleepless Between twelve to four It’s my productive hours I’d draw, I’d write, I’d sing Wide-awake until the next morning A confession of silly artist Burying my mind beneath the mind's eye Living in the world of art Appreciate the beauty of intelligence Inspiration comes in the middle of the night Words and rhythms overflowed into the light Between twelve to four I’m knocking on the dream’s door All I can hear is Mr. Jiminy cricket Such a loud voice for a midget Singing a sweet song for the sleepless He sang, “Get some sleep you silly restless!” What a beautiful night The stars share their lights And Mr. Moon just waved at me “Get some sleep; it’s my time to be awake” he said What happened in the other side of the world? It would be in the middle of the day I presume They are busy in there while people are sleeping in here What a weird complexity Try one day just to stay awake at night Spread what’s inside your mind into papers And all you will got is a masterpiece A poem of life, words that come from your heart Try it, its fun!