burning high, burning down

I said 'Look'
you asked 'What'
I saw the fires
you meant the sunset

you stared at the rays
I gazed at the flares
you and I, amazed by the fiery colors
of the very same day

a wordless world

the neurotic kid runs frantically
      locked in between the four walls
his parents busy with drilling-hammering
      every now and again in intervals
unable to enjoy the blessed moments of
      silence; afraid of their own thoughts?
but not a single syllable you can hear
      to leave their lips at all

only some inarticulated rolls of laughther,
      if you can call it so
is it their imprisoned longing for the
      discreet noises of nature?
their way to express what they're missing
      in their false comfort
the thunder, the water, the birds and bees
      where we all belong
a world with less words