Scattered thoughts are all around me..
My questions how they they grow..

I desire such sweet solice,
Yet terrors', all I know.

The mountains, say they hear me,
The rain on tin roofs ring..

While withered demons gather to hear the angels sing.
And alabaster horses swirl.., to hear their metal cling.

Their hooves grow so impatient,
While precious time awaits...
And seconds drop in bundles ...
Amist their pearly gates.

Music lives within me, it's all that I can hear,
The rythm, soothes me simple..

Please... Always, keep it near.

Timing back to tick tock, the clocks make them unwind...

Your words, seem cheap and easy,
Yet so humbled and so kind.

I come across as normal.. but,
back to nothing I become...
From music cleft to ending note..

My heart beats a different drum.