In a world of swirling happenings,
My pen remains still, unable to sing.
The weight of thoughts upon my mind,
Causes my heart to bleed in kind.

Drumsticks beat in a rhythmic dance,
Matching the cadence of my inner expanse.
Yet, only a contemporary tune can I find,
That resonates with my instinct, intertwined.

A symphony of words yearns to break free,
To transcend the boundaries, to roam with glee.
But the emptiness remains, a blank page,
Awaiting the ink to unleash its vibrant stage.

Oh, the stories left untold, untapped,
In the recesses of my soul, enraptured, trapped.
The world around me, it beckons and calls,
Yet my pen, longing to scribble, only stalls.

But fear not, for within this hush so loud,
Creativity shall rise, strong and proud.
The moment will come, my muse shall ignite,
A blaze of inspiration, casting shadows to light.

As the drum beats echo within my chest,
I'll find the words, I'll give them their best.
For the pen is mightier than the noise,
It transforms chaos into the sweetest poise.

So many happenings, so many tales to share,
With poetic elegance, I'll weave them with care.
My pen shall dance upon the blank expanse,
And turn the internal chaos into lyrical romance.

© Sen.Gibson