Can you hear the songs of my soul
As it alternates its rhythms according
To how the wheels of existence choose my fate?
Pray, can you hear it as it screams in pain
Refusing to adhere to its obligations
But being compelled to, as if driven
By some invisible threads tied to it?
Can you hear it laugh, as jovially as fairies do
When it experiences the lightness of its own being
Submerged and sinking in between the deep waters of bliss
There where mermaids sing of their own mystery
And there where sharks are as mild as bunnies!
Pray, can you hear it whisper, overwhelmed,
Exhausted, by the powerful will of love,
Unable to do anything else other than close its eyes
And submit to the sweet rhythms of it?
Why, can you just not be in awe
Amazed at her ability to sing an opera
When it decides to celebrate the beautiful side of life?
Pray, can you hear it hum the secret tunes of shamans
As it chooses to delve on the secrets of life
Those which remain unseen and unfelt by the lot of humankind?
Why, my soul, like those of the rest of the living world
Sings, according to the sways of existence
It seeks to be heard
So as to be appeased
As responding to it implies caring about it
Subtle and unseen
Such remains a hard feat
Pray, closing my eyes in between the walls of my own reclusion
I let the silence drown me in its marshlands
While hoping to be buried so deep
In the engulfing darkness
As to catch the wavelengths on which my soul sings!