Buzz In The Snow

VOICES WITHIN MONOGRAPHS. In this library alone I sit, Quiet  and respite I seek, In shelved thoughts I find my muse, Every word,my spirit amuse, In delightful unison,my fingers lift, The letters ,my eyes caress, The smell of history, my heart accepts, But wait, The silence is no more, The sweet piercing silence is no more, Now I hear drum beats, No, no, heart beats, Poco a poco, Forte forte, Crescendo, In quandary I turn left and right, Seeking out the source aright, Allegro allegro, Now I hear screams, Wails and cries, Tales of agony, stories of regret, The intent screeching of tires, The deafening sound of gunshots, The screams of a woman in labour, The outcome of vengeful harbor, My blood turns torrent, My brain short of current, Buckling under me, my knees give way, On the floor I lay, in one drifting sway, Imagery holds me captive, My mind a willing accomplice, In my head, the four cardinal points