A story, a word, a thought
All those little-unsaid sagas
They stay hidden
They go missing
End up inside an antique clock
To those who wonder
They would know
The stars contain more than they show
Finding all the deeper shades of the sun
Did you know black was the brightest one
The letters of a sound
The vowels of a wail
Every night I stay awake
Capturing the stars
Trapping their music
And discovering their tales