Innervation of chasm, an unusual emptiness,
giving some hints and suggestions.
Sound of my feet as i walk,
becoming tenacious and started to talk.
Convincing me to enter my desolate room,
nothing more than just the walls,
Accompanying my echo, preventing them to fall.
I looked into the walls, all devoid and blank,
asking me to fill them with vibrations and flash.
I opened my playlist of supple songs,
relishing the lyrics, feeling them in my bones.
The weight of the lyrics,
they build up as they strike the blank walls.
Reminding me of the first moment spent,
while listening to this alluring song.
I played it again and again,
never getting bored, instead singing along.
This music along with my moment’s recollection,
Giving the vibrations to my emptiness sessions.