Drop a penny
or add a pound
a moment with Ludwig
will give it a sound
a true voice to the voiceless
the blind see and the deaf hear

When at the peak voltage
streetlights **** the stars
and behind closed doors
rumbling slumbers
down the cries of the nocturne
awakes a world of opened windows.

Home from the last show
eyes colored with screen idols
shadows huddling over supper
talk of the length and worth
the plot intrigues and intricacies
the creator's whims and fantasies
while unbeknownst the night lengthens
tiring the shadows
that excavate the trash bin's bottom
for living through the morrow.

The filaments feel lonelier
as those last windows shut down
starlight wasted
on an enveloped town.

It will be easy to repeat
we'd then suspend thinking
the mind is like a mint
currency it would continue printing

such addicted by time compounded
we hardly know the essence of living
night follows day is all we believe in
the persistent grind leads to moral dying.

Don't stress over what you can't control...you're only wasting time and energy. I know it's easier said than done but the more you keep thinking about the uncontrollable elements of your life...the more you will hamper the controllable parts of your life.

Some day you’ll be
Staring
At piercing globes
Lost for words
Mesmerized
And entranced
Until you near
The peak
Of what
You thought
Was unreachable
Of what one can see
In the immenseness  
That is
The universe
Of you.