Pieces of the master echo through the halls of time
his fingers reaching out like twisted vines
clawing at our selfish center
the words that continue to linger
urging us to walk the straight and narrow
words that don’t worry the sparrow
maybe because they've learned to fly
all I ever learned was how to die
death haunts my deepest parts
but it’s darkness hasn't reached my heart
a light that's always glowed
it beats out his message in morse code
maybe a wiser man would heed the call
as others look on and shout, the fool!
"how can you adhere to ancient wisdom?"
they’ve blocked their ears they do not listen
yet upon his fruit they still feast
ignorant of the original masterpiece.

.......it was easier at the start because my heart wasn’t involved,
my art didn’t revolve around you.

I resolved to be true.

That was my downfall.

This grown fool so easily displaced and his heart laid to waste before you all.

I was never a magician I couldn’t make feelings disappear but I could conjure up a million memories out of thin air.

You didn’t care at least you stopped caring if I was wearing my heart upon my sleeve like some fashion trend.

I still can’t pretend I’m over that phase, the graze of love still got me bleeding in patches and my heart still latches onto those distant memories like songs once sung in harmony

but what is a songbird with clipped wings that still sings to the same old moon?

People got tired of his tune his somber melodies so he learned to bury memories........