of a Starry Night

Walking barefoot on sand towards new unrecognizable sounds
which seem to hide behind the waves disguised as emptyness
whom like the moon,
hides behind the clouds of the darkest sky.
New sounds, empty sounds.
Not the sounds that I've longed to hear for so long,
Just watered down versions of a Starry night under a bridge.
A starry night painted on the canvas of Life
Ready to be discarded and painted over.