The Music

Softly sweeping over the room
Conjuring a haze that envelops
Lulled to calmness
A piercing jolt, a dissonance
Puncturing the harmony
Awaken the senses
Holding sway over a beleaguered mind
Replacing all else
One melody leads to another
And a day unfolds
Consciousness unravels
Relaxed or attentive
Passive or engaged
The ears govern
Crossing the Styx with an aural ferryman
Leisurely sailing on notes of grace
Swiftly the songs invade
The walls crumbled
The gates open
My world welcomes you
Long may you reign

Thinking of You

Get out of my head;
Falser words were never left unspoken.
A face I can't replace
Confines my mind.
How can I miss you if you won't go away?
Separation is only physical.
It's not a problem, but there's no solution.
Try to salve a troubled mind.
Holding on to hopes,
Always staying hopeless.
You probably don't feel the same.
Or do you?
Wondering about wondering.
Why not?
It won't make a difference.
Just the same stable instability.
But enough about me.
How about you?
Perhaps we'll meet in a daydream.
I'll see you there,
Just like every day.

Anything

I could write anything.
Gods and men,
Truths and morals,
Principle, parable, and prophecy.
Worlds unknown, unseen, unheard.
Abstractions of abstractions,
Metaphysical metaphors.

I could write anything.
Conquests and wars,
Heroes fallen, kings slain,
History written and rewritten,
Only remembered by the victors.
Blood spilled in fields, forests, deserts,
Seeds of destruction sewn beyond measure.

I could write anything.
Desire and longing,
Old adages of romance,
Classic themes of repeated failures.
Loves seen and felt,
Hearts broken and filled.
The sting of a rose's thorn.

I could write anything.
A single day,
Exploration of simplicity,
Recollection of images,
Words said or paraphrased.
Observations,
Dissertations.

I could write anything.
Music and harmony,
Rhyme and rhythm,
Encompassing an aural atmosphere.
Taste, genre, theme.
The notes of strings and souls.
Passion of the masses.

I could write anything.

I wrote this.