When Silence Turns to Sound

In the San Juans

In the valley

I crossed a border in between

I cut loose

I came clean

And I drank a cup of honesty

Pulsing waters

Bending streams

I let the winds envelop me

When the world was a boulder

Heavy on my shoulders

I’d remember flying

In circles and circles around

My childhood home

I remembered diving

In circles and circles around

My childhood home

And I crawled through a maze

In the desert of youth

In awe amazed at what I could do

When I took matters into

My own hands

And when silence

Turns into sound

Will this person be around?

Will you still be around?

Will you still be around?