Words - in an inkpot of silence.

Words
collect
in an invisible inkpot of silence.

A procession of feelings
gives neologism to your private ears.

Architecture of words
in amazing structures,
transforming
the spaces in the human mind.

More real
than any existence.

Lent me the pages of your soul to write
what could'nt be written anywhere else,
where the pen cannot write
a prayer on a parchement is raised,
in sanctified silence.