BOOM.
and everything was gone-
faster than a bee sting.

In and out in a milisecond.

And there's nothing we can do about it.

Her fingers glide across the keys at speeds
Stopping hearts and holding breaths with swish of light
Creating worlds of bright and lush young leads
Fantasies and majesties from keys too bright

Drawing bows and tapping feet to beats
Conducting flows from left to right and back
And mallets striking from the back row seats
Hearing heels and clicks and clacks

Knowing feats and smiling strings and accompanies
Musicians wiping sweat in beat with hands
Calloused by their zeals for destinies
Painting pictures of timeless purple lands

Singing songs of passion and defeats
And wondering if souls could ever greet.

falling
falling
  falling-
    falling.

anti-gravity.

i am sorry.
i am sorry that i am self-absorbed.
i am sorry that i am opinionated.
i am sorry that i don't meet your standards.
i am sorry i don't meet your needs.
i am sorry i am not perfect in your eyes.

i am small.
i do not matter.

However-
i am not sorry that
i don't fit in your boxes of what humanity should look like.

i am not sorry that
i am me;
i may not matter in the long run,
     but ****.

you don't need to remind me.

Stay sweet, my love.
And fill the room with kisses, hugs, and cuddlebugs.

Stay sweet, my love.
And end your days with tickle monsters and giggles.  

Stay sweet, my love.
Don't let the crudeness of this world corrupt your tiny hands and
your sweet smiles. Don't let it crush the soft pitter-patter of your feet across the tiles, or dull your bright oceanic eyes.

Stay sweet, my love.
Because that's all you have here. Don't allow the harshness of others dull your sunshine- because once it's gone, you can't get it back. Show the world your innocence, and show them how special it is. Help it rediscover it's light.

Stay sweet, my love.
And don't let anyone dull your rainbow. Spread your colors for all to see, and maybe one day they will see-

Just how sweet you can be.

In this rule book I carry till the day I die,
first lesson is; you have to learn to lie,
and cover those wounds with a wistful sigh,
'cause penguins wouldn't be loved the same if they could fly.