Faces In The Wind

Whispers gobbled by the wind
where the heart sings its melodies
and nobody hears the sound
because everyone is trying to scream
their own message in the breeze,
make their face by the solo
one known to someone by the harmony,
let that deep urge inside be heard so clearly
so the feeling of being swallowed,
completely lost in all the chaos
doesn’t destroy the desire
to find a way to be a chiming essence
and more than a mere murmur in life.

During the midst of all that clamor
when you offer an sympathetic ear
that will truly hear that notes within,
which come from another life,
suddenly it inspires with joy of gratitude
over how perhaps they will be remembered
in the middle of thinking you will disappear
when futility strangles in such intensity.
One life so touched
finds a reason to keep believing
there is a chance to be
more than a music quickly forgotten.
Then truly feeling so thriving again
with a need to keep trying
instead of simply giving up
where quiet makes you like a ghost.