Up-side down

Music is visible, the rest hasn’t been drawn.

Leaves: roots growing upwards, towards the sky.

What you have grown in your own soil,
That only is yours.

Learn to unlearn, that’s what you wish to attain
Only heavy clouds bring rain.

Weapons: hampered songs
Cynicism: parachute of the motionless
Laws: crutch of the lame

Silence is where music is loudest
Stillness, where movement's more vibrant
And indifference hosts emptiness.