I still remember the day we first met.
It was so magical, I will never forget.
I was invited to see and try something new.
But never would I have imagined I would meet you.

One by one, we got to hold you and learn.
I remember I couldn’t wait for it to be my turn.
And when she finally placed you in my tiny hands.
I didn’t expect you would change my future plans.

I placed my lips on your cold silver mouthpiece.
I took a deep breath and your notes broke the peace.
I looked at her with impressed eyes and lips painted with glee.
She praised the others, but the one she was most impressed with, was me.

11 years we have been together, where did time go?
We already have so many memories, performing at every show.
And the time we played for the queen, do you remember as well?
I will hold you until my hands can no longer move themselves.

I can’t picture a life, a childhood without you by my side.
They said we were partners in crime, just like Bonnie and Clyde.
And whenever I was falling, you were my never failing parachute.
I love you to pieces, my old trusty flute.

i put you in a box
and never laugh. i just sing
your wet tongue to the heavens
as I ***** for the right
to kiss
a mystery
that has refused
my box.

i cling to stars that have
your name....
like a man that has no wolf
in his veins
save the desperation
of my ***
sinking into oblivion
as i mark
nothing...

as i pass
for Human
and
awake.

i come undone,
but stitch the tatters
to the realm of gone things
like a kite
on the moon
waiting for a breeze
to define the world
that has no sea
to justify
a shipwreck.

i go where
my lungs are not breathing
to atone for my breathing
and squander all my lovely things
upon the gaping maw
of my empty dreams.
I pour myself into another
like a happy fool
but emerge
from shadows
I keep from my longing heart
to have at
you.

and that will do.

Silence with its ‘s’ that stings.
Holding you captive, bound your wings.
It burns into the pit of your soul.
Hungry for your words of wisdom
In this cold, loud silence fear is planted.
A single seed that will grow into a tree,
Bearing fruit of anger pain hate and jealousy,
Consuming you inside and out. Silence is a thief;
It comes not to sow but to reap.
To rip the foundation from beneath your feet. So I say to you

SPEAK.

             © Raffi