Tone

Sheets of darkness & silence,

Lights slain with blurred lines.

Unheard, unknown violence,

A reel of melodious signs.

Aimless of each unworldly tinge,

Doors without a room.

On a sound like a hinge,

Felt as if you were to bloom.

No more of any loneliness,

Make of valued stones.

Humming the song of liveliness,

It happened to be your loans.

Trees swung in the cloud,

Leaves gave themselves away.

Air did not flow too loud,

Blew the slits of decay.

The song was not just a tune,

Merrious in the falling sun.

Words to rhyme they impugn,

Mouthed clear & soft as a bun

Beauty entailed, an enduring one,

So as truth was found, undone.

The song was played not anywhere,

But ruled by one humming lair.

So the music was entirely you,

Escaped the record of any due.

The reality that stayed intact,

Unless you are still inside the dream, compact.