I was wrong

The instrument I was playing
it wasn't out of tune

I thought it was something else

as I played offbeat notes
it revealed a beautiful monster

I was wrong

I thought it was something else

It glowed with spectral feelings
opening valves that should have been closed
so many facets to this being
I'm enhanced

I was wrong

I thought it was something else

I gave it air, I gave it my hands, I gave it my face...
I thought you were someone else
Who was I to be wrong?
Haven't I been playing you all along?

I was glad to meet you
I was sure you were someone else

Together, my beautiful monster,
I'll make you real,
glad you're here,
this was a perfect tune for us...
somber, majestic, synthetic,
microbial, pungent, diabolic,
colossal, all very near...
fixated on an elevated platform
we're lit like an attraction,
we're joined for all to see.

A beautiful monster,
I was wrong,
won't you accept?
Apologies.
I thought you were someone else.

We don't know how to play the song...
bold melancholy flows
tinged with mercy
sedated urgency;
I was wrong
departed we fall silent,
no longer recognize my face,
we both hear a tune lingering
no idea where it came from...

won't you accept?
you're someone else.