sometimes,
when you are so sad,
so happy
you can't feel
it's a numbing sensation
passivity and neutral
and all
it's debilitating
you can't feel.
you can't know
what you need to know
and what you need to
feel.

have you ever sat down by the windowsill
and wondered why
the birds could fly so high
when you couldn't?
the insects could make small noises
when you couldn't?

The plane descends
Into a smog
The sea barely visible
The runway appears suddenly.

A grey oppressive place,
Large mountains looming ahead
In the distance.
They seem to be watching. Waiting.

Cold, hard walls
Reflections are all you see
Staring back
At you

The customs were rough
And crowded.
A condescending look
And your passport thrown back at you

Out of the gates
More grey
The city's dead
Yet bustling with people

The smog just touches the top of the buildings
You smell smoke.
A concrete jungle
Cold and Grey.

Music
Just has a way
Of expressing everything
Worming itself
Deep
Deep
Down
Inside
Digging out the deepest
Hidden emotions
Explaining the inexplicable
Showing the unseeable

The Pain
Anguish
Reluctance
Sentiment

Everything you wanted
To say
To express
To think

Anger
Tears
Frustration
Turmoil

It all comes out
The instrument
An extension of your very self
The vibrations reaching
Your very core
And sometimes
You even feel a little
Pull

In the argument between
Melody and
Lyrics
The Music
Is the Power
The Words
Only give it
Meaning
But they can only do
So much.