Writing In The Shadows

Writing In The Shadows

Who am I to know?
The music eerily seeps into my soul.
The day was just by diamonds and by
diamonds they shown.
Now in the darkness my light has flown.
The diamonds have grown cold without light
locked in a box of oceans to cross.
I find solace in the words of strangers
I never meet.
How complete, when empty flees
leaving behind a hole in your soul.
Not even the cold can fill
feel…
…only the touch…the touch…not near.
Sunshine and diamonds..
love and space divided by time.
In my time…in my time…

The Song Unsung

By Mihran Kalaydjian, CHA
Consultant, Strategist, and Writer

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The Song Unsung

So many people have sung so many songs
On and from earth to heaven
but they have not sung me
I am the   song
Unsung

Though I have the best beat
I move with a great rhythm
Yet I have not been put on music

The reason I know not
Nor I want to know
As it could be anything
But I am sure that it is not their ability
Neither the quality which I carry

If any one sings me
Instantly he or she will be
On the cloud nine
As I am the song
None has ever touched me
Purely unsung

Oh singers of the world
If you sing me
I shall make your fame to spread so wide
That your name can not hold
As I am the song unique
And totally unsung.