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...