The Theory of Unexplained

I am not the song, but the excluded melody

I am not the main character, but an extra

I am not the story, but the unknown lines

I am not the poem, but the unwritten thought. 

   I am not the air, but the wind

   I am not the friend, but the end of it

   I am not a sweet, but it's starch 

I am not a normal human; I am someone more than it. 

I am not the sea, but the waves

I am not a diva, but a commoner unless

I am not with a cold heart, but a wretched heart. 

I am not with murmurs, but with talks huge.