I listen to the quiet,

 And I hear a world that is filled with echo's...

The sounds of lost dreams

Or so it seems.

I long for another voice to break the awful silence,

A silence that has by far surpassed

The emptiness I feel inside,

Where I hide.

It has become my daily bread

And dread,

A prison from which there is little escape.

Try as I might

To fight this empty space around me,

I find...

That the gentle humming of my computer

Is the only sound I hear

Other than a sigh

My breath,

That escapes my lips from time to time.

The music I once loved to play,

And write,

 And sing,

Has long since died.

It is lost somewhere inside my mind,

 Forgotten melodies,

Forgotten rhymes.

 My lessons learned so long ago

Are re-playing themselves

Like a cracked record in my head,

Refined, re-wind...and played right back again

Sometimes without warning comes the feeling...

That no one notices,

No one cares.

I reside in a forever world

A never go far away world.

It is world of light...

Of feeling

And of pure knowing

And doing

And wanting it all.

Yet sometimes I find myself doing nothing

 Listening to the quiet thoughts,

That roll off of my fingertips

And onto these keys,

Like raindrops

sliding down a broken window.

 I am all I have,

All I hear,

 All that I am

And all that I perceive

That I am...

Is a silent Echo.

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