Once, some time ago

I used colours and a brush,

But it was not enough.

I added words,

Rich and filled with emotions;

They all seemed dull in the end.

Playing music might help,

From orchestra to simple tunes,

But it might as well be silence.

What can I do

If nothing can help

To express a thought?

I listened, felt the wind,

Closed my eyes

and dreamed.

Dreams of the centre,

Gravitating, being pulled to it,

The place in my hart,

which simply understands.