SHEET MUSIC
“I know not how music notes are to be read”…
“True music is learned, not taught”, she said…
“But for the silent sheet music unspoken in bed,
“Lyrical lips whisper outside of one’s head”…
Shotgun sips, cream soda lips
Cocked back hips with back arching grips…
With xylophone ribs’ comes music sampled.
Trials and tribs’, stomped on and trampled,
Feedback, reverb, limitless distortion
Acoustic ****** brown eyed contortion
Almost criminal, partners in crime,
Come on arrest kids lovestoned with time
“I know not how music notes are to be read”…
“True music is learned, not taught”, she said…
“But for the silent sheet music unspoken in bed,
“Lyrical lips whisper outside of one’s head”…
A boy was born with a heart made of wood.
Hope for love ablaze seemed almost too good.
The alphabet spilled out for him to see,
He wordlessly loved her from A to Z.
Bonnie and Clyde became mister and misses.
Both of them heart thieves, stolen moments and kisses.
Two partners went about forgetting hard time.
They were helpless but to love— a victimless crime.
With xylophone ribs, came music sampled.
Trials and tribs’, were stomped on and trampled.
The once silent sheet music, played out now instead,
While lyrical lips whispered outside of his head.
But he knew not how music notes were to be read.
“True music is heard, not learned”, she said.
Her lips played over him, two searing wicks.
His soul she lifted, mere pickup sticks.
Poetic love is the sweetest of rhyme
If but for only once upon a time…
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 7:08 PM UTC
SHEET MUSIC
“I know not how music notes are to be read”…
“True music is learned, not taught”, she said…
“But for the silent sheet music unspoken in bed,
“Lyrical lips whisper outside of one’s head”…
Shotgun sips, cream soda lips
Cocked back hips with back arching grips…
With xylophone ribs’ comes music sampled.
Trials and tribs’, stomped on and trampled,
Feedback, reverb, limitless distortion
Acoustic ****** brown eyed contortion
Almost criminal, partners in crime,
Come on arrest kids lovestoned with time
“I know not how music notes are to be read”…
“True music is learned, not taught”, she said…
“But for the silent sheet music unspoken in bed,
“Lyrical lips whisper outside of one’s head”…
A boy was born with a heart made of wood.
Hope for love ablaze seemed almost too good.
The alphabet spilled out for him to see,
He wordlessly loved her from A to Z.
Bonnie and Clyde became mister and misses.
Both of them heart thieves, stolen moments and kisses.
Two partners went about forgetting hard time.
They were helpless but to love— a victimless crime.
With xylophone ribs, came music sampled.
Trials and tribs’, were stomped on and trampled.
The once silent sheet music, played out now instead,
While lyrical lips whispered outside of his head.
But he knew not how music notes were to be read.
“True music is heard, not learned”, she said.
Her lips played over him, two searing wicks.
His soul she lifted, mere pickup sticks.
Poetic love is the sweetest of rhyme
If but for only once upon a time…