Untold Heart

Part 1

The Voice

In solitary, I sit with eager yearning,
My first day of learning, my spirit burning,
A voice, like a symphony, rings in my ear,
A sound so sweet, so divine, so clear.

I ponder, I wonder, who could it be, Whose voice could bring such joy to me?
I turn around, the sounds surround,
But it can be seen, it cannot be found.

As I gaze, the crowds grows louder,
A piercing howl, a mighty thunder, But alas, it is hidden, deep within,
A mystery yet to be solved, it begins.

As the master, the preceptor enters in, Ordering us to settle, the class to begin,
But my mind is unfocused, my heart aflutter,
For the voice still echoes, it will not shutter.

All day, I yearn to hear
That sweet, crystal-clear voice so dear
Curiosity rages, my mind enmeshed
A thirst unquenched, my heart distressed

The warm embrace of the sun, tells me,
The day is done, it's time to be free,
Yet the voice lingers on, in my soul,
A melody so pure, it makes me whole.

My room, a dismal abyss of black,
As I lay wondering, staring at the ceiling's lack,
The mystery that still remains unsolved,
Oh Sherlock, why have you absolved?

The question plays in my mind, takes flight,
As I search for answers with all my might
Elusive riddle, complex puzzle to solve
A restless mind, my thoughts evolve.

The cold breeze makes my skin crawl, As I lay here, heavy-lidded, feeling small,
My eyes beg for sleep to take hold,
But the answers I seek, they won't unfold.

Perhaps tomorrow, they will show up, The answers I seek, a hopeful hiccup, And the voice that plays in my mind, Whispers softly, the best will be kind.

Oh, the anticipation, it makes me ache,
For the solution to this mystery's sake, As I drift off to slumber deep,
Hoping tomorrow, my mind will keep.

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