from my loneliness, he resurrects

where there is
no sound,
no light,
no warmth,


from my loneliness, he resurrects.




when silence is distraction,
he resurrects.
when coldness is sorrow,
he resurrects.
when darkness is fear,
he resurrects.




but when silence starts creating melody,
he covers his ears
and disappears.
but when warmth embraces the cold,
he melts
and disappears.
but when the sun lights up the sky,
he hides
and disappears.


from my loneliness, he resurrects.




he is,


quib