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
It is so peaceful here, in this Silence of my mind
Where I live a dream, so far and wide
It is so peaceful here, in this Silence of mine.
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