Singing silently.

I dream in a colour undescribed,
Searching for a reason undefined,

Left alone, let them be,
These words, they run the page,
Refining meaning indelicately,

Scrawled in a text that leans to the right,
Too small, too curved for your eyesight,

You plead to know, why write these things,
But you'll never understand,
How my heart sings.