#classicrock
my mother would sing me
this song as a baby-
remembering,the power of sound.
for three quarters of the year
my mother she would steer
me from dreams to true love.
and that day, when you have gone
melted back into the dawn
I know you'll still hear me somehow.
for you, I will play, every song- in the way
that I know you'll receive, and retain.
Ill play those songs you love ..Me Do!
Hideaway, Over the Rainbow, Mrs. Robinson too
*ill play the purest, sweet sound.
In Awe, Ill foster such simplistic beauty
Because the day I sit on that bench,
to play the Piano, as I have throughout my entire life,
The day I inherent it's entirety
That inevitably hollow day...
When only my ears
Feel its vibrations.
When only my mind
Floats inside its rhythm.
That day When
you've gone
too.
How will it sound?
May 19, 2024
May 19, 2024 at 7:23 PM UTC
The extra,
Understudy,
Alternate.
I’m the topics not covered in health class,
The friend you only talk to once you’ve run out of options.
The opener for Duran Duran,
The new moon not seen,
The sexuality deemed “fake”,
That feeling you know but can’t name,
The secret you’re forced to keep hidden,
The rock in a sea of people terrified of change.
But Change is what you do,
And leave me,
Your sickbed shirts,
In a crate.
Me,
Your wooden pipe,
In the trash can.
You terrorist.
You Ziggy Stardust,
Landing on this rocky planet
Only long enough to make a mark,
And then changing,
Leaving me counting on the 3 hands I used to carry your baggage,
The number of things I did wrong.
If you were human,
I’d be a dog.
You’re the ocean.
I’m rock.
I’m the extra,
Understudy,
Alternate,
Unspeakable,
Acquaintance,
Lone wolf,
Phased rock,
Fake,
Forgotten,
Desperate,
Unchangeable,
Other.
“But that’s okay.
You’ll change.
It’s just a phase”
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 8:03 PM UTC
its thanksgiving, two thousand fourteen
I listen to "Alices restaurant"
the full eighteen minutes and sixteen seconds, in remembrance
of how thankful I was to have a father, like you.
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 12:07 PM UTC