Poetry: Alone

strings of the violin

I barely touched

strums in joy 

Within these four walls

empty

yet warm in this own flesh

Body

Alone

How nice

words from a favourite song

played only for me

as the purple orchids

by the living room window

danced with the gush 

of February's monsoon wind

a cup of tea left untouched

perhaps the morning will have it

I shall read these letters

written by the wise ones first

So close

Wholesome

Just, wonderful isn't

it's hard to come by

This

Silence amidst the loud world,

I shall then cherish

With all my being,

These moments 

when my shadows

Spoke to my soul

Alone