my guitar

hangs there
with six voices
bleeding with songs
living very deep
in the mirror

when my children were born

I could see it in their eyes
each time I saw another poet
has come with passionate wisdom
to wail alone into the void
with fists raised high in the air
constantly contemplating this chaos

a poem

soars above meaning

and liberates every soul

open to its song

silence

my mind

tears out pages

waiting for voices

to wake the poems