It’s quiet around me now
The music stopped playing
My thoughts quit their race
The only sound is my breath

It’s quiet now, still in my mind
Words don’t long to be written
Characters don’t linger in hope
Scenes don’t beckon my writing

The sounds outside don’t reach me
I just see what the wind does to
the willow in my garden and I
briefly imagine the rustling leaves

It is quiet now and I smile, peaceful
Soon the words will come again
The sweet agony of typing too slow
To capture all of them as they race

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