Song of the Silence

I want to sing a song.
From deep inside.
I want to sing a song.
Without a single word.

I am the creator.
I am the listener.
A mellow melancholy but exasperating.
As a dead dream; following perilously.

I heard a scream without voice.
The tears seems like dazzling rainfall.
I saw an isolated dark space.
A kind of Vibrant path with deep hole.

I witnessed the unseen moment.
I am the victim and I am the accused.
Just like how the lyrics got fade away.
Ticking stopped, breath freezes and only silence lasts.