Eyes half-closed,you saw more
than the waking ever dared.
Smoke curled around your shadow
while the world called you mad.
But you were only dreaming-
of peace,of quiet skies,
of a place where the noise would fade
and the soul could breathe.

You stood where angels feared to linger,
arms wide open to the storm.
The darkness didn't break you-
it crowned you.

Even as the lights burned too bright
and the silence after was long,
you remained,
a voice cracked but unbroken,
still asking the world
to see through your eyes
for just a moment.

Because you never stopped hoping.
And that,
more than anything,
is what made you loud
in all the right ways.