"tailored lyrics" by Ursula Martyn-Ellis for a composition by Christoph Hilllmann

Unspoken

Deep in our subconscious,

the unspoken word seeks solace.

A place where secrets nest and

feed on raw thought;

Where contemplation ends in

frustrated pause;

Where the enigmatic

Riddles of the mind

Twist and tangle,

Never to be solved.

There is a place where all the

Words we fail to speak

Ripen over time.

I bite my tongue.

I bite my tongue, just

Once I long to be the

One to

Speak my

Tongue-tied

True mind.

Intentions cloud my throat,

And make me choke.

Syllables stumble.

I admit defeat,

How naive to believe

In sweet release.

These words will have to wait.

Meditate

On the shape of the lips,

On the silent sigh

And the subtle smile.

Appreciate

How enlightening the eyes,

They have tales to tell

And songs to sing, of

Words disguised

In plain sight

Paralysed;

Pressure builds,

Burning, bursting

To escape

From the cage

Of our own make.

Solid walls surround the prisoners of

Speechlessness and shame;

For ever overwhelmed.

There is a place where all the

Words we fail to speak

Ripen over time.

I bite my tongue.

I bite my tongue, just

Once I long to be the

One to

Speak my

Troubled,

Tongue-tied,

Tired mind.

The fabric of all thought,

Words mature and evolve,

And gently sway

Our nervous ways.

Words we thought obsolete

Finally will be understood.

June 2015 - all rights reserved - Ursula Martyn-Ellis - ularooo@hotmail.com

Audio & contact - Christoph Hillmann - www.rrimm.eu