Poetry Poem by Mark Nixon Legaspi

I found thee, the stalker of emotions
Why are you whispering in my blind ears?
I found thee, the caller of chasing tears
Why are you speaking in my mind's actions?

I found it, the antique art of ambitions
Ambition from literature's old years
I found it, the living music of tears
Tears from the depths of the author's fictions

I saw the bizarre paper of silence
I smelled the variety of aroma
I tasted the flavor of anima
I heard the melody of condolence
I learned the fashion of word's artistry
I followed the rhythm of poetry