It started with a countdown
How many days since then?
9, that's where we'll start this time.
With the silent wanderer, traveling the world one step at a time.
The person who always seems lost to everyone else,
but really is just one step ahead.
Then comes the living songs.
With the everflowing melody of a northern star.
The composer of galaxies and obscurity,
who in reality just sees what we cannot.
Breathing laughter and a silent smile is next.
With rythm pumping through her veins with every beat.
The friendly dancer who sleeps like the world is already gone,
yet is always there when we need her most.
Time to move on with silent sarcasm.
With things to do and places to be and people to see.
The one who never has time for anything, but does everything.
A puzzlepiece we would be homeless without.
In the middle we have a silent observer.
With talent so great that you can't spot it, unless from a distance.
Someone who shows you what you didn't know you needed.
The only one who notices all the details.
So, we move to the one masterful at tones of all kinds.
With a care so deep that it almost reaches too far.
The second part of stories of everlasting lovers.
A girl who reaches only for the best.
Here comes the story that's still untold in pictures.
With a sorrow and faith that mixes into invaluable masterpieces.
The old soul who has lost too much way too early,
A survivor of the best kind.
A heart of pure gold marks the start of the end.
With a temper mellow enough to tame beasts of all kinds.
The one who walks a thousand miles when the rest go ten.
Yet never stops finding a way back.
Last is the poet and writer.
With too many words flowing through thought and mind
The princess from the city in constant conflict.
One last word from someone who's never really anywhere.