The rest of the world fades away for a short time 
Once I retreat into my lovely sanctum

When life's tribulations push me to rock bottom
Among my papers and books I retrieve my lost freedom

Being alone is never useless for some time
Isolation is like an umbrella against a raining  potential harm
With my pen between my fingers I dare redeem
My whole troublesome 

From any swallowing storm

In the private sanctum my verses bloom
Through a whispering sweet hum

Expressing myself in a musical rhyme
Making of me a real queen of phantasm

My loneliness is always a source of charm
A way to learn to be thick-skinned and firm
'Cause In this world, life grows
Stiff and stern
Each day I am confronted with a new strain
Like a speedy train must stop at each railway line

All the world falls apart in the realm of dream
Neither annoyance nor hurricane
My mind lightens with  a bleeding flame         

 Delighted to regain, finally, my thoughts train

To compose prose or a poem 

What a blissful thing
To stay away from any human
My solitude after all is a magical balm
To heal, to rest and perform