I live to be loved
But love I don't have
I live to find my path
But I'm well past lost
I live to be found
But no one's there to look for me
I live to be free
But you hold me down
I live to sing
But I've lost my voice
I live to run
But I can't even walk
I live to race
But every time I lose
I live to help
But it's hard without any of my own
A World Full of Beautiful Songs
There is a world full of beautiful songs
Each more sweetly silencing
And bringing forth
More tears than t’other.
Mellifluous as fragrant honey.
Money cannot make or buy it:
Songs so lyrical you cry at
The child, sensitive and innocent
Of harmonies and reading notes
Looks back on songs she learned by rote,
With warmth and ardor.
Learned by heart,
They weren’t hard to memorize.
Their beauty struck a chord
The size of don’t-know-what.
Sweet song or hot,
A taste for this, a taste for that;
It’s music that gave solace,
Reassurance, dancing feet.
World full of song and beat,
There is a world of euphony
To sing about.
A World Full Of Beautiful Songs 8.25.2017
Vaguely About Music II; Nature Of & In Reality;
For those who love to sing and dance
For those who love to spread their joy
For those who love to be kind
For those who wish to find true love
For those who wish to harm others just becaus they think it's fun
Stop and think of what you're doing
Maybe you can change
I would write to you if only I could.
But I can't distract myself from my own head; it just hasn't been quiet around here since my mind first started humming with the idea of loving you.
Knowing your soul like my own would blossom within me like a sprawling forest.
But while you're still unsure, I'm just wandering through the leaves.
And while I'm gone, I'll bet the trees pray to be dead just so they don't have to listen to me talk about you again.
But I ache with sorrow for their misunderstanding,
Because you are a song I will sing until it hurts anywhere above a whisper.