Thoughts ….. float ….. forth.
Unconsciously conjured from etheric darkness. Transmuting into gems, to be raked, graded and sequenced.
Strings
Uncoil, undulate,
Knot.
Repeated until magnum opus’ in hand;
Orators inspire,
Dictators demand.
In comparison, soft speakers mouth and utter.
Unheard messages left fading
….. into….. soulful….. silence.
theINFP 
Wonderful words, my friend; wonderful flow of language. A 🙂
Thank you, Adrian.
Oh! I liked it too! I like a poem that makes me smile as a read it viz. the pleasure of being in the presence of something lovely.
I’m thrilled that you liked it 🤗
What an explanation 🙂 like it