pin drop

he always runs back to the statement
words do not do thoughts justice
as soon as words written thoughts changed'
doing the best he can anyway
putting thoughts down 
with no practical purpose
what would the poets think
would they pass him by
or stop to read a little
both tonight as rain pounds the window
knowing he will sleep well
he stays awake and scribbles
until the mind goes blank 
he is still going as if 
he still sits under the painting
laughter filling the room
like air once so thick with confusion
now it's calm no sound
hear a pin drop as they say
it's silent what else can he say...