music – Page 2

A Song

We speak in flowers
We gaze on life through art
We hear the rustle
of a song beginning to
play from a place we forgot

Do I belong here?
Tugging at the society I live in,
the construct I built for myself

What will I become?
A box of dust to be slowly
forgotten
as the world keeps turning

Why would I?
Day to day, we see it
all so clearly, yet
humans find a way
to hurt each other

Yes, there is light in the
dark places, yet the
darkness creeps closer

Why go on?
The sound of music tells
me to keep listening,

The desire to treat life
as a gift pushes me forward,
and your love for me

Your love is sunflowers
and
fresh Turkish Delight

We were so modern
Lace gloves, balloon skirts, wild hair
Now, it’s Gold FM

When all the prompts fail me,
when there is no inspiration,
I turn to you: music.

When I feel the words fading,
when the poetry sounds odd,
I turn to play a song.

When I turn, something comes.

The rain begins to fall. The cold wind moves through your hair as you watch the person you love descend into the soil.

The raindrops roll down your pale face as you hear a song you both loved.

No longer visible, the wind blows as the music comes to an end and you walk away.

Howling through the houses,
insect music plays us a song.

The windows rattle and shake,
fluff balls whoosh from hiding.

The clouds move undecidedly,
sun, grey, sun, grey, sun, grey.

We have a lazy mixed-up day,
undecided about what to do.

You cast a spell on the crowd
with the rhythm of your metre.

Your words danced around the hall,
whooshed into their ears like waves,
galloped along wildly in their minds.

You spoke the last few words,
no more than a sea whisper.

Clouds of fresh grey days
A heated house feels too hot
Rain music playing

Neverending days.
The workdays never stop, and
the news churns out the worst of us.

Sleep won’t come.
You listen to music in bed;
when the discord starts, sleep takes you.

You sink into chaos.
The madness of the music
accompanies your terrifying dreams.

Pot planted flowers
grumpy at their owner’s taste
in music, singing