It's been years since I wrote anything so I'm rusty. Please don't laugh. I decided to put this down on paper, however poorly it comes out. **** There is no rain There is no wind No joyful laughter No clock begins To stir my mind Or wake from sleep Anxious thoughts "My soul to keep." And yet, The squeal The cackle And the shriek But music still is out of reach. I wait for answers Still none come I wait for comfort Still I'm alone No tears Nor grief No time for pain I stumble and rise up again.