My Music

Music is the silence in which I speak my heart

My mind, my thoughts fluid in time

For silence is the only place I'm free from the noise

And music, my silence, belongs to me

I fear destruction in the noise, the kind that cuts the tying thread

But in myself, in my silence, my music

I am at one with me, my heart, my mind, my body, my being, my faith, my God, in solidarity

My music is my praise, my truth and listening ear

My melody my promise.

My music is my silence in which my heart speaks

and the world hears

meant to be free

I wanna hold your waves

As they roll into my feet

They rush in and back out

and escape my reach

You're always here

Yet I can't meet you

I am unable to time

Your stream

As I tire in your tide

All I want is to keep you

Still with me for always

But to hold you here

From ebb and flow

You'd lose your rhythm

A stagnant pool of harbored dreams

Maybe I can't have you

You're meant to be free.

not sure what to title

I've made up my mind.

I release my grip from you

and drain your venom of paralysis 

that numbed my thoughts for so long.

And don't come back

Expecting a reservation

For the heart you once stole

You trained it into emptiness 

But now the vacancy is full

My mind's full of thoughts

My heart full of him

I hear myself and the world

And you couldn't listen

Listen. Can you hear me laugh?

or Remember the sound of my kiss?

Your venom's simple remedy: I walk away

Your silence that was my torture 

is now my bliss.