Canon

I toddle in the stillness of the night
My emotions burst as I walk
The whispers of heaviness cloud the wind
For at the depths of my skips in silence
Within the music of my soul
Trickles the tainted energy of my passion

I dance my heart flowing with passion
Steadily burning throughout the night
Courageously pouring the wonders of my soul
Stunningly embracing my solitary walk
Still, my agitated emotion trumpets in silence
And weaves the musical enfolding of the wind


I sing my sadness out with the wind
And slowly that seemingly endless passion
Wanes, fades, and finally eats my silence
For the melodies I once sung in the night
Stamps the rhythms of my walk
For my symphonies unleash the tormented colors of my soul

I cry the truths encased by my soul
These secrets encrypted in the wind
Deciphered only by the pondering aria of my walk
Pain plugs the inner radiance of my passion
But in the enigma of the lulling night
My suffocating spirit breathes in the healing silence

I weep for the stabbing images revealed in silence
Kneeling, my deepest wounds further open my soul
Screams of unexplainable anguish resound throughout the night
An ocean of uncertainty drowns the gushing of the wind
But my pianos of unrhymed stanzas release my wings of passion
And hums-out my hidden sufferings throughout my walk

I catch the andante of the rain, soothing my spiritual walk
Awaiting my rising harmony in silence
Unseen angels awake my notes of empowering passion
Bowing the obscured allegretto of my soul
Transcribing the non-physical drumming of the wind
And the skies unmask the inner strength I draw from the night

The verses I wrote in the gleaming night, and while the universe guides my walk, the legatos of the wind, smoothens my staccatos of silence, and I burn the box that imprisoned my soul, for at last, here soars my living passion…

Kunay / November 4, 2004