Secret Songs
Songs resounding all around me
An inner melody accompanying my every move
Serenading my steps, a secret song for myself alone
and outside my mind, the songs which anyone can hear.
Beautiful they may be, true
they may be, good
they may be, and yet
I hear them not, I am deafened to all else
by my own secret song. Two
concentric circles, two separate symphonies
One is mine and one belongs to the world
A picture of my life perhaps?
While all others walk to the music of the world
I move and live and breathe against the unheard
rhythm that only I can hear. An inner life
separate and secret, and these words,
which tune do they reflect? My love,
to which melody do you move? The outer or inner,
projected or unheard, visible or secret song?
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