I blink musical words like birds whistle or chirps on their perch or vine....their sharp tuned song sung so Devine...my mind...I can't seem to find a time where I can relax...or just collapse...so until then I'll continuously rhyme rhymes of rocks...of girls....of mom never of pops....of funny girl tops...of scared feelings never revealing...heart closed consealing...heart is slowly healing which is being filled with names in silly rap games while the music fills my veins....

I think music when I'm sleeping it's keeping me breathing so I can't stop leaving poems here and there cause I can see words like neo (matrix) sees numbers...everywhere....everyone wonders where my mind goes but they don't really care...so I stare music in the face like an evil goon in a nightmare...

I shall use musical words to strum my bow across my violin...placing my fingers along the finger board in chords I never played before never getting bored...a real eye sore...I swore I won't play for myself no more...I shall play my violin to express the words I can't say or sing...like musicals that relate to a late Mozart day...I shall play even when it rains because of the music in my veins...
-Peter T. DeSpirito