With a few made up words...

With a few made up words,
I thought I was telling truth,
I thought I was a poet;
so bold and brave.

With a few borrowed words,
I thought I was expressing,
i thought I was in love;
feeling as it was a rave.

With a few cold words,
I thought I was living,
I thought I was human;
dead in the grave.

With a few lost words,
I thought I was silent,
I thought I was a saint;
but yet i would crave.

And with no more words but silence,
I thought I was numb,
I thought I was dead;
But I was like the notes on the stave.

...
Karan