Music lifts one up
It expresses what we feel
Fills our heart and soul
It can touch the world
Connect all of us
Together
Communicate our story
Tell our history and future
Express pain or joy
It can paint a picture
With sound
It can calm or excite
Causing us to dance
It inspires
Lifting us up
Sometimes makes us laugh
It’s a mirror into the best of us
Into all humanity
It’s healing and powerful
We need it
Without it
We are truly lost
It is magic

In twilight's tender, sweet embrace,
Where dreams and whispers softly dwell,
Let my heartache find its place,
A tale of longing, I shall tell.

As when the night sun says, "Hello,"
And paints the sky with hues so fine,
Within my thoughts, your presence grows,
Yet love's requital, not in line.

While wintry winds caress my soul,
They carry echoes of your name,
Each gust, a reminder taking toll,
Of this unrequited flame's aim.

In depths of slumber's gentle flight,
Where hopes and yearnings softly blend,
You are the star that lights my night,
But our paths may never truly mend.

Together we dance in fleeting dreams,
Yet reality brings forth tears,
For your heart's tethered to distant streams,
Leaving mine in endless fears.

Yet still, I'll cherish moments lost,
Hold them in my secret chest,
A love unspoken, at any cost,
A silent ache, my heart's unrest.

So as the night sun bids adieu,
And dawn's light graces heaven's crest,
Know my love remains strong and true,
In this unrequited quest.

I loved you most
in our bittersweet years
a taste of honey
wrapped in tears

Bittersweet words
drip from your tongue
in a pool of deception
through which we wade
the silent rain of promises made

For once I wish to be safe.
For once I hope that I could be.
Safe to have feelings,
Safe to be myself and not hiding.
From the fact that I’m hurt.
From the fact that I’m in love, still.
But too much of emotions,
Lead me to destruction down the alley.

Is there somewhere?
I could be in pieces,
In peace.

—n.y

there was a time when
I used to love your shadow
even in my dreams
and daylight was a blessing
cause I caught your screams
incubating in my left shoulder
beyond the doors
much was still possible
-sexus plexus nexus-
in the trenches where
your silence had died