Something kept me away
"keep your words inside you otherwise you ..."
Otherwise me?
"Otherwise you will consider someone else
wiser than you and try to become wiser than
someone else not you"
Stale words can become meaningless but melodic...
they call it poetry you know... music is never stale
I wish someone could listen to the silence of my words
there is where my poetry is... silence is alive but what
the reader seeks, needs is dead inside the reader? But
but my reader brings my words to life but the love of reading
is not the love of writing ...

But they keep each other company.... always and forever
While the writer writes the writer feels what the reader
will find While the reader reads the writer stops breathing
But the writer doesn't rest inside the already written words...

When will the reader find the writer?