A reflection

What can it be?

It’s nothing

But a picture of me

A rainbow

It’s nothing

But something to see

Enlighten my mind

Out of kindness and courtesy

For everything

Is boring and empty

World without music

No imagination

As the black hole

Has swallowed fantasy

As smiling

Becomes a clown’s creativity

Man’s utopia

Is as blank as stone

As love

Is all but known

World without music