At My Most Beautiful

At my most beautiful

Words are always jazz

As they are not mine

And I’m watching the stage

With all its decorations

Perfectly irrelevant

At my most beautiful

Tone will make a smile

Irony of the faked

Will be a quite chuckle

And I’ll know what time

The moon is full

At my most beautiful

I am the silent one

Enjoying every raindrop

Every ray of sun

And pulling silly faces

For a baby in a pram

At my most beautiful

All sound is a symphony

Every moment passed

Was truly meant to be

And with this understanding

Laugh at the insanity