If I could speak, I'd tell you...

Stillness rests in my ear.
Music is what I long to hear;
a melody - a precious note,
any sound on which I can dote.

Numbness sits in my figertips.
A craving to feel those tender lips.
Even the pain from a fire flame
is better than these senses tame'.

Darkness veils my weary eyes.
No more star filled midnight skies
shall ever greet my lonesome sight.
Eternity in a lightless night.

Sweet, sour, bitter are but a mere remembrance;
my nose sleeps in presence of sweet fragrance.
My soul is trapped in a timeless void,
to reminisce on old times, moments enjoyed.