She is a clear vibration of a violin string tight with tension, shivering in song, singing in pain.
She is a dustmote dancing in the dusk sparkling in dullness, joyful even at the end.
She is the warmth of an old flannel blanket passed down through generations until it's softer than a kiss.
She is the shine of a lucky penny in your pocket.
She is the cool of a breeze in summer sweat.
She is class.
She is kindness.
She is the Singing One.
She is my friend.
It may as well be sunny
It may as well be May
The sky may as well be bright
The trees may as well be green
The people may as well be smiling
It may as well be Spring
I may as well be dancing
The birds may as well be singing
Singing with me
I don't know who I'm supposed to be singing to
But he's gotta be out there
And I hope he's singing, too
I hope he's thinking the same thing
I hope he's thinking that no one out there
Could ever love him
Because when I show up
It'll be that much more special
Wherever you are,
I hope you hear me
Because I'm singing to you
Slow my heart sweet singing girl
Fill it up with every word
And all they hear is when you're near
Like some kind of ghost
And when you leave, you take everything
And you never let it go
You never let it go
Look right into my eyes
And please take off that disguise
The worst thing of being invisible
Is that no one ever knows
All they say is to wait a day
And the pain will pass away
Yeah, you'll pass away
Share your songs with me
Let go of everything
Who have lied to you, who have hurt you
They don't mean a thing
And when you’re alone you can be sure
That I'll join in and sing
The first line iced with hope; straight from the heart.
Melody striving to impress; the sound of a fresh start,
The world would hear the latent pain- only they listened closely.
And maybe in those happy lyrics, they would see the irony.
No, never with their minds; they only listened with their ears.
Only heard her 'happy' melody; never her unspoken fears.
Sung too many times, her chorus had lost its charm.
'Encore. Encore. It can't possibly do you any harm.'
The winds yelled cruelly, the clouds roared with fury and might.
Trials and tribulations; the universe always ready to pick a fight.
There was no exit from this world- this battlefield of horror,
Where soldiers trudged unarmed, yet unscathed never.
Nostalgia struck; breaking through her unfortified mind.
The prettiest of smiles on her lips; it was time to rewind.
There was no audience; not a soul around to stare.
Singing on the road sans inhibition, she had not a care.
Never has melodies
And words been such a
Not until now.
They used to comfort me
Accompany me in my pains
They hurt my ears now
And my hands
And I flee from them if I could.
Can offer any relief
In my sorrow.
And grasping for air
Never has it been like this.
How can I have forgotten
Something that I used to do
Night and Day
And with all my strength?
My heart has no song
It is but an empty sheet