"Could you not do that in here?
It's just that I'm trying not to do it when she's here.."
"Oh sh-... sorry, I forgot."
"Oh, you're fine, it's just that I wanna be able to know
if it isn't."
My favorite way to fall asleep
Is next to you
Short days and long nights become our summer
good enough a mason or carpenter
to burn bridges
and still have anywhere to go.
Nicotine can be one hell of a drug.
The front man does the singing
The drummer provides the beat
Then there is the lead guitarist
Still the band is incomplete.
There is a certain member
Who we often underrate
He's there in the background
The one who plays the bass
Sometimes he goes unnoticed
By the audience and the crowds
And can easily be forgotten
As the rest all play out loud
But he holds the band together
The band should all be proud.
If it wasn't for the bass player
They would be gone like a passing cloud.
People often fail to realise that in most cases the bass guitarist is the structure and holds the band together.
What is the universal language?
Is it not music? That soothes and amuses,
That inspires us to movement,
That paints a picture of a thousand words,
That when it’s heard, can move us to love.
Music so expressive, it can make you weep
Sounds so smooth, they can help you sleep.
And what about marches that propel armies,
Keeping their feet as one, with the beat?
A beat that throbs deep in your heart
And calls you apart, to dance or to revolution –
The revolution of the soldier,
Or the revolution of the ballerina’s toes.
Who knows what has been done by the song you have sung
It has called, it has touched, it has moved
Like a bell, it has rung.
But let it love, not hate
Let it not be sung too late
And remember that all can hear it
So draw people near with it
You don’t need a rehearsal
To speak the universal language of music- Just use it!
sweet nyx, my goddess of the night.
you are the deity and reminder
that even within abysmal darkness
we are capable of excelling infinite heights.
I will be your muse:
weaving epic tales of love and loss,
depictions of existence
and resplendent, radiant light
as I guide you through this ineffable
journey of tiresome, exuberant life.
June 10th, 2016
a tribute to my goddess of the night.
I am not afraid to show you the beauty of your light.
I love you, nyx stella.
(look guys, it somewhat rhymes! but fear not, I doubt I will ever do it again.)