Vast and Empty

Like the night in which this was composed
All is quiet, but the mind is torn
Endless cacophony directs my core
Expressing in the only way it knows
Melodies of my prophetic morose
But as they paint soundscapes to me
They don't evoke the pain within
They fall flat in the sand and wash away
Grain by grain, note by note
Lost in the void of an expressionist dream
Mind, body, and soul at peace
Matter dies, not the spirit