I listened 

To the music he wrote

To a symphony without words

The one that reaches 

Directly to your heart

Surpassing your every wall

A complete penetration of the soul

And I allowed it

Without hesitations

It transported me 

Back to the Ether 

Where I was born

When I waited for someone’s conception

Of who I am supposed to be

The innocence of only having

Awakening in pure consciousness

It was in God’s imagination

That I awoke in and took form

To become-

The lovely Being that I am now

Walking this Earth

Trying to have

The purest of intentions

And this all

Started with the music

That reminded me 

In a short span of time

Who I am 

Without the labels and attachments

To Earthly achievements

In those moments of remembering

I felt the lightest

And possibly

The most profound

Of my existence

All thanks-

To the music he wrote

Of muted words and syllables.

By Audrine Max

From: Philippines

Website: https://audrinemaxden.wordpress.com/