Noise

Softly straining slight in hope . . . will inspiration linger?

In someone else far away who has no pen in hand

The past slowly awakens with snapshots here and there

It seems time lingered somehow and denseness took a stand

I want to write or do I now? In search to fill a paper

Sounds all around me from fridge and air-condition

Amazing that stillness of the night seems noisier than day

Is this what peace is all about in this modern active potion

Jan Wienen