Monday, June 27

Listen to the colours

Listen to the colours
And watch for the sounds
Taste the emotion
Inside the ground

It doesn’t make sense
Doesn’t have to too
Doesn’t seem plausible
But only to you

I have done the same
And people call me mad
But they wouldn’t know
If only they had

They call me crazy
But they are too
To consider madness
A separation of the two

There is no silence
Within the sound
And no colours
Without you around
There is no sense
If nonsense was true
There is no me
If it wasn’t for you