symphony child
it's time
to arise from the basement
from your little couch cusion
wear the dress that you keep
folded in the bathroom
along with the rest of your clothes

put on your pretty symphony face
and sit in the front seat
with bravery
stare straight ahead
when you're on the road
and look them in the eye
only when you're told to

melody baby it's okay
to take your eyes off the pain of the stage
because when the lights go down
it is only you in the back of the house
and it is only you
who can hear the voices
of the folk
in that great, rolling, symphony ceiling
only you can see their eyes
peaking from the catwalk
it is okay,
to let the sounds lift you up there with them
lift you up to death
a beautiful calm
that begins to
distort
the concert is starting to feel quite long

treble youth
for now this will be your life
you shouldn't have to
be aware of how temporary it all will be
you shouldn't have to
look forward to it

but while it lasts
feel free to explore
even if that may only be your own mind
grow where you're planted
even when the *** is quite small
as a seat at the back of the symphony
as the cushion seat
of a couch in the basement

symphony child
music functions
through movement
as time will move
through you