I learned once again
the stars are infinite
humanity so minuscule
the dissolving of our race would not even
scratch the universe
with a hint of emptiness
I'd love to fill a satellite
with music and throw it into space
to carry my
restless being somewhere beyond
my dust covered desk -- frantic typing cleans very little
but space is too big
nothing for music to bounce off of
Respighi whispering through
the stars it made me cry
today
like I matter
XENIA
you can stop caking
black stuff on your eyelashes
breathe and forgive yourself
for the despicable humanity
in your veins
remember
music lives in them too