I hear your music
from upstairs play
in my mind.
My fingertips
brush against the cracks
as I breathe a sigh
of relief when the light
streams from my window
I imagine
the strings of a guitar
from downstairs
on my kitchen floor
wondering how
I got this far.
Life's never been
kind
towards creative states
of minds
but when I think
I've given up the chase
I hear humming from
Upstairs,
and beating on a drum
if you took my pulse
you'd feel my rapid
pulse against your thumb.
Call me foolish
but I know what I love
and I won't be defeated
by the skeptical sum
since downstairs
They don't hear what I do
or see the beauty of the rain
Spilling music on our roof.
So, when I despair
I listen for a sound from
upstairs
to inspire me
to neve give up.
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 11:55 AM UTC
I hear your music
from upstairs play
in my mind.
My fingertips
brush against the cracks
as I breathe a sigh
of relief when the light
streams from my window
I imagine
the strings of a guitar
from downstairs
on my kitchen floor
wondering how
I got this far.
Life's never been
kind
towards creative states
of minds
but when I think
I've given up the chase
I hear humming from
Upstairs,
and beating on a drum
if you took my pulse
you'd feel my rapid
pulse against your thumb.
Call me foolish
but I know what I love
and I won't be defeated
by the skeptical sum
since downstairs
They don't hear what I do
or see the beauty of the rain
Spilling music on our roof.
So, when I despair
I listen for a sound from
upstairs
to inspire me
to neve give up.
