Bird chirping is like a music of delicate morning as the beginning of the day
Adults work Students study Birds left their nests Finding out food for their babies Nocturnals sleep Saving the energy for hunting at night Plants stand still Giving us a shelter from the sun heat Like a music of passionate afternoon Music that will burn your spirit
The sun goes down Tiredness gather in the body It’s time to go home enough for today
Beautiful sunset Like a music for a lover who sits next to each other “It’s too beautiful to pass by”
Black skies above your head Moon and stars shine Lighten up the villages, mountains, valleys and places far away from noise Because the city always forget how moon and stars shine at least when the city lights are off Like a music of quiet night before the day change and new hope is written in the next morning
The walls on the left The walls on the right The walls behid my back The walls in front of my eyes Why am I here?
Please, let me see the world across the horizon Wandering in every dream and reality Finding the hidden treasures Trying to be thankful of success But, falling in love with the failure at the same time Then, why don’t we break the walls?
You always know how to break my heart Even when it was still a plan in your mind I can read it Like I read a book
Sometimes, I wish it were winter in my homeland Cause I would bury the heartbreak under the snow avalanche or I could let it go and freezed by the cold air
I can’t stop you from breaking my heart But, I always have thousand ways to heal You might think that I haven’t done with these old wounds There’s a thing that I never tell you about This feeling was an old sin that had to be massacred through the genocide
Silence wrapped the night Sound of crickets played as the BGM Universe played the elegies in maestoso Before turn into moderato at the dawn; vivace when the sun rises and presto in the midday peak
People might be afraid of silence Ironically, they come and go alone I don’t know whether silence or noise you’d like to choose Cause the noise often neglects you from remembering silence That’s why you’re afraid
Actually, you don’t have to believe those who scared you about silence Cause you can hear everything of vowels and consonants in a perfect harmony and resonance
Blank page Waiting for someone who’ll write it down Blank page Waiting for someone who’ll tell the stories Widened its ears to capture every word to memorize every meaning to give a comfort Blank page Waiting for someone who’ll take the heart out just to show what’s hidden and hidden what’s shown behind the poetry but, she couldn’t rhyme the words stop breathing cause she’a a poet who lost her pen
I often imagine myself as a songwriter who writes thousand songs about you and our memories in the past But, I think it’d be hard because everytime I move my pen to write my lyrics everytime I rhyme a line of notes as the intro I feel like imprisoned by fears because there’s no word or note come into my head
I often imagine myself as a singer who sings thousand songs about you and our memories in the past But, I think it’d be hard because everytime I try to hit the high note everytime I enter the chorus I feel like you strangle my neck because the lyrics I want to sing got stuck in my throat and I can’t finish my singing till the end
You complained to me about an old song that plays too many times on the radio that you’ve heard this morning You decided to change to another frequency But, you still could hear it closed to your ears Because you’re the one who played the song too many times in your head without you realized maybe.