As I listen to a soothing blue of Beethoven, his Sonata Di Luna , I recall those times I've allowed myself to slip into perhaps one of the quietest self I've ever been. Though the silence of my mind hinders the laughter of my crowd, there still is engrained a charm in that quiet, a charm which calls me back, again and again. And hence I write, after long, for it is here that I feel the happiest. It is very peaceful here, in this Silence of my mind Where all I wonder, is all that's heard And all my memories are the chirping of a bird It is very peaceful here, in this Silence of my mind Where all my reflections come without the wavy light And then the dots connect, all to my delight It is very peaceful here, in this Silence of my mind Where boasts an open sky to the pacific sea And amidst this I lay, my thoughts in blissful kind It is very peaceful here, in this Silence of my mind Where Bach observes and Strauss glows, And Chopin smiles at the Music which flows