I played a ****** on a fiddle
I plucked a concert harp
To play melodies that strike a cord
And see if there’s a spark
A connection to your ear and heart
Until you can’t tell the two apart
A symphony of both sight and sound
A perfect work of art

The inner glow of oval eternity
Saturated in love
A child’s first communion
Connecting with the above
Expressing every phenomenon within
Telepathically relayed
And just before the moments gone
Can a bond be made

I am the noisemaker
The loud, obnoxious sound
That heightens the awareness
Of those that stand around
Putting off pretenders
The defenders behind masks
That reside and hide in solitude
From questions no one asks

I was sent to spend my days
In a partly hidden cave
In the woods somewhere far from out of town
Not for reasons bad
It was simply all they had
To offer me, but I’m not currently sleeping safe and sound
Icicles are sharp
It’s really very dark
And sometimes the ice falls to the ground
But I’m inspired by the light of day
Which makes the darkness fade away
So I could make my great escape
From conformity abound

Our viciousness may be our demise
As we’re malcontent and compromised
Seeing things with bloodshot eyes
Before our last goodbyes
What we perceive to be as strong
Has been weakening all along
When what we hear are cries, not song
Our passion fades away

Costume jewelry
Beads and pearls
A pretty gown
A twist
A twirl
A million ways
To right the world
Let’s start with number one
Let’s dissipate all fears
I’m open to ideas
On what to do to change the way things are
Whether near or far
Wishing on a star
Praying that it won’t leave a scar as proof
Proof that it was here
For many many years
They tell us what we want to hear
Just not the truth
The staging is all set
Moving forth without regret
While it’s prevalent
And I’m somewhat in my youth
When the damage has been done
And the stars replace the sun
That will allow us to regroup and recoup

Is it tomorrow yet?
Have I woken up too soon?
To see the yellow sunlight
That illuminates the room
I’m unaware of my surroundings
I’m in a spun cocoon
With the outcome to be beautiful
And avoid impending doom