pretty masks,these words,
without faces behind,
leaving me to feel as meaningless and hollow as they are.
some seem to touch truth
with a shy finger
at the same time reaching the feeling me.
But my mind is no longer lightened,
my heart not quickened with inspiration's chill
beauty,though rare,is treasured like a memory
music,all I once knew
fades through my ears in a painful reminder of what is now not.
and still everyone's singing a song
but no one's singing to me
----a bit scattered and confused,I know.