I wish my imagination glistened
as it used to
I long for the rush of enthusiasm
with dreamy violins and brassy horns
of Tchaikovsky and Mahler
Where has the music gone
the tingly feeling in my chest
the excitement
now replaced by numbness
and in the midst of silence
shrill electric strains between my ears
Jan 22, 2022
Jan 22, 2022 at 12:47 AM UTC
I wish my imagination glistened
as it used to
I long for the rush of enthusiasm
with dreamy violins and brassy horns
of Tchaikovsky and Mahler
Where has the music gone
the tingly feeling in my chest
the excitement
now replaced by numbness
and in the midst of silence
shrill electric strains between my ears
