See the snowy peaceful meadow
with a softly gurgling stream
and the silence brushed in grey tones
as it whispers in a dream
See the hawk that rides the wind
on the gossamer threads of sky
Feel the peaceful vision haunt you
That is not I
I am sunsets, I am lightning
I am traffic in the rain
I am passion. I am torture
I am love and I am pain.
I will never leave you peaceful
But I will infect your brain
with the notion that emotion
might just leave you quite insane
So watch the placid water
lapping gently on a hull
that floats upon a lake
as the wind gusts gently pull
See the timid flowers petals
that fly slowly through the air
Listen to the quiet
I'm not there
But I will be in the music
Blasting silence, playing loud
I'm in the midst of fracas
you can find me in a crowd
I am abrasive and creative
have more depth than what you see
but the peaceful sounds of nothing
..thats not me
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