автор: DianaStefanova

I am simply a sound, rearranging the particles slowly,
dusting gently the shelves in the attic of cranial chatter,
putting things in their proper relation and place. I am only
the invisible note getting right to the heart of the matter.

Through my meaningful pauses life’s little dilemmas appear;
in my sonorous vowels, the pattern objectively painted;
the distinction between good and evil - abundantly clear;
and the shining conclusions get always impeccably stated.

I establish emotional landscape of boundary certain -
but myself, to remain a mysterious presence amorphous,
gladly pulling the strings from behind the proverbial curtain:
I am only the voice animating your puppet performance…