Fermata Scream
My blank expression belies the silent scream
that swells from the center of my soul
growing until it echoes inside my head
reflecting off the monolithic dome of my skull
in perfect acoustic waves
that travel to the axis of my brain
and converts to a ceaseless fermata
of the highest note on a beautiful violin
until it becomes a part of the chaos
that is my internal monologue
of a thousand other silent screams