When the words don’t come

Sometimes, no words come
Greyness descends like a shroud
A cloak
A blind

No, the words are there
They are always there
But I cannot hear them
Cannot see them

And so the world seems grey
Sounds like white noise
The guileless hum
Of a refrigerator

I close my eyes
Let the colour rise
Quiet my mind
Let the notes ring clear

And then
The words always come
Even if only to complain
About my noisy grey mind