The nature of poems

 
Poetry cannot be explained,
not even by the mouths
of the mystics and bards.  

It can only be heard hungering
to be set free for the world,
and for the poet's soul.  

Imagine savory music notes
sailing through the sweet wind,
and no one else can see them,  
or hear them —
not even taste the crescendo.

And the only way to explain it,
is to put its charm into words.  

Words are about —
A pale comparison to a clear night out
with the silence of the stars.