CLASSICAL

It was silence, it started with silence,
then it became a hum, rising and falling, the most beautiful voices,
then it seemed like i heard voices,

the hum were voices,

the voices became like words,
like something being said,

but they were only a beautiful mixture of
sounds,
i melted and i melted again, I'm still and I'm still again,

washed by calmness,the hum became words,
words that reassured without words,
voices which spoke without speaking,

slowly they faded, turning and twisting,
then followed by the piano,
with distinct notes wrapped into each,
one led by the one before, the one before by the next,

if sounds could be put to words,
to share this song i describe with words,

in beautiful moments like these, i ask; "where would i be without music?,
and where would i be without silence?"