In plays, he is a tree

A writer behind the movie

In darkness he's a firefly

At noonday, a dark sky



He loves be in the background

Creating his own little sound

With mere a pen and paper

His solitude gets deeper



Amidst that isolation

Behind suppressed emotion

Beyond dullish physiognomy

And hollow eyes of mystery



He stands a clear just human

Though some may say a no one

Like all, he has much battles

Which everyday he settles.