I go when my head is over crowded with thoughts,
When my heart is overwhelmed with feelings,
And when the ignorant and shrill voices of my family and peers are too much to bear.
I seclude myself within the walls of the auditorium.
In the auditorium, there are endless possibilities,
It is filled with a vast emptiness of echoing silence.
It is so nice to hear silence.
I walk up on stage and close my eyes,
Not to visualize a performance, but to listen.
I stand.
I stand till I can’t feel my body.
Till I can’t feel anything .
Till I cease to exist.
I sing.
I sing not to hear the words, only the notes.
The sound floats up like a cloud.
It floats, swells, and fills, as I breathe life into the room.
Each note echoes blending one into the other.
It fills my ears and my mind,
Until there are no more thoughts
No more tears
Only music.
Mar 13, 2010
Mar 13, 2010 at 5:19 PM UTC
I go when my head is over crowded with thoughts,
When my heart is overwhelmed with feelings,
And when the ignorant and shrill voices of my family and peers are too much to bear.
I seclude myself within the walls of the auditorium.
In the auditorium, there are endless possibilities,
It is filled with a vast emptiness of echoing silence.
It is so nice to hear silence.
I walk up on stage and close my eyes,
Not to visualize a performance, but to listen.
I stand.
I stand till I can’t feel my body.
Till I can’t feel anything .
Till I cease to exist.
I sing.
I sing not to hear the words, only the notes.
The sound floats up like a cloud.
It floats, swells, and fills, as I breathe life into the room.
Each note echoes blending one into the other.
It fills my ears and my mind,
Until there are no more thoughts
No more tears
Only music.
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