Music is a firework
when Honey Bear isn't around
to hold the splinters of me
I have music
my temporary fix
My ability to listen for hours on end
surprises my mother
and I am better than anyone I know
at memorizing others' words
I know over 10,000
from what my Ipod tells me
and although I can never remember the songs I write
(My band mates are patient saints, I must say)
I can lace those words together so well
Music!
My true angel!
If I were God,
Music is your savior
what I bore and want to give to you
for it is what all of man has made
I simply bundle and deliver