Nothing

When deep Into the soul of nothingness,
A figure that is deprived of shape.

visible through a newly stitched time's lens,
danced to the random rhythms of silence

I heard the loud unheard sound.
It was deep and floated above ground.

But the air shook and the wind blew,
As the heart struck and the hurt grew.

When story of nothing was told by naught ,
I heard finally the music of thought.

Everything was clear after this done,
It was all just sweet sweet none.