Jonathan.

With gangerious tunes foraging for moods
the gentle silence jostles its way
Litany of questions best left on the shelf
Pause
And hear yourself think
And with the passing of time ,
The loose notes let themselves sink
Into the comfortable hues of colours
Fidget.
Stop it.
Stop shaking already.
Before the excuses set in
To visualise, a sudden spray of purplish green
Permeating the room with longing and unforgiving waves of...
Nausea.
Wake up!
Dont spill the coffee!
So whilst you stir in your sleep
As I might know - later on.
This strange song. This song of silence
The singing continues into the night

Nausea.
Sleep.
Dreams don't always lie.