Nothing

Nothing no words
the cat has my tongue he hold on to it fiercely
medication took my pen
all the ink ran out
nothing flowed
the ink returned flying as a free bird
nothing is everything
unscrambled thoughts untied
burnt into the crumbled paper
clear as day, colourful as autumn
words appear as new leaves upon
a old worn out tree
the words unraveling like wild branches
the words flow into song