Question - Sarasvati

Stop the world from shouting
They're burning up my ears
Let me live a daydream
Those fantasies she feels
It's made of copper from the air
It's black charcoal that's golden fair

What am i suppose to feel?

I only see
And what i want, can not be
Does she always walk on bended knees
Yet soars up high

On happy seas

A silent question in my head
In hers a poetry openly read
She is not of being like mine
She does not seek what she can not find

Stop the world from shouting
They're burning up my ears
Let me live a daydream
Those fantasies she feels
It's made of copper from the air
It's black charcoal that's golden fair

What am i suppose to feel?