What do you call someone so free,
Someone whom I'm pretending to be

What do you call someone who doubts,
who's insecurities rise and inner fears shouts

A bed, a simple place to rest my head, a frame to lay and practice death.

Music sleeps.....
In my un strummed chords
I wait for the touch of skillful hands
To turn it into flowing melody
A lotus dreaming to see the sun!

How long can I remain silent?
Oh touch me, shake me
Wake me from my slumber
Make me into a throbbing rhapsody

Set free this prisoner
To birth soothing chimes
Note after note in tiny wavelets
Let my vibrations carve circles
Growing bigger and bigger
Oh, give me the timbre and tone
Let me sing once more!

Let the music drizzle down
In healing murmurs
Lifting troubled spirits into calm repose
Leading them to a quiet fold
Free of all fever and fret
Let my soft rhymes
Fill the empty cisterns of the night,
Wooing the hearts
Weaving mystical spells

Let it rise and sink
And finally fade into a soft breath
A hushed whisper
A faint vibration
Over a gliding stream!

House collapsing around me, fragile foundations surrounding.

Worries revolving
Walls dissolving

DIY russian roulette, take a shot, pull the trigger, it's not as if you're worries can get any bigger.

Follow the pipes, plug the leak, watch out for mice, fear the squeak.

Nests in the attic, hungry chicks craving all, but if this rot continues, both our houses shall fall.