Echoes

The music, the lyrics, the people, the rhymes,
The words and the voices, echo in time.
Over and over like waves crashing down,
Shoving, and pushing, and knocking around.
Echoes of noises and theories of sound,
Motion and stillness, dancing are bound.
Upwards and downwards, and under the bed,
Flowing and rushing and hushing in dread.

The music, the colors, the people, the rhymes,
The words and the images echo in time.
Sapping and sucking, making one dry,
Deserts of emptiness looming are neigh.

Echoes of stillness hiding in chaos,
Echoes of laughter hiding in tears,
Echoes of sadness hiding in pride,
And echoes of self hiding in time.

Knowledge and wisdom are hiding in darkness,
Painted on landscapes, pictures of starkness.
Wearily seeking them yet one never finds,
They hide in the corners lost in the mind.

The music, the chaos, the people, the rhymes,
The words and the faces echo in time.
Running in terror never to find,
Solace and peace and presence of mind.