Sound gives life to our words just as well as the images they conjure up and the sound is there, whether or not we read them aloud.

I crouch in cornersThe infection is widespreadLove epidemic

I can't remember the poemThat pierced through my heartIt was the saddest I heardOf all truths ever spokenIt left a scar in meA wound that doesn't healBut the words are forgottenSo is a big part of me

But the sun will rise the day after tomorrowA millennium without us silences our last echoTo tiny fragments even our plastics are reducedIn Eden Reincarnate all life but ours is renewed

No music in the raindropsNo clouds with silver liningTorrents of sorrowsHorror in streams

I read for pleasureIn search of fictional worldsTo enrich my truths

Does my soul sufferWhen my body breaks downWhen I feel mortalWhen my body is weakDoes the soul rejoiceThe end is near

To read a poemIs to see light where there is darknessIs to hear silence where there is noiseIs to dance where there is no musicIs to sing where the only instrument is wordsAnd the stirring, impassioned pauses

I exaggerateThere is a lie in my truthLook! My soul is blue

And because the world is too big and time is too short and you only have one life to live, read!