A Poet

A poet is playing a song,

on the violet moon

The song has no melody

But people can feel the tones of emotions

Never ending woe is floating 

through the night

Never ending torment is flying 

through the night

A poet is playing a song,

with an invisible guitar

The song has no melody

But people can embrace the tones of screams

Never ending loneliness is blinking 

through the night

Never ending thirst is adrift 

through the night

A poet, on the violet moon,

with an invisible guitar

Letters go nowhere

A poet on the violet moon

is emitting 

every blood, 

every emotion,

and every wound