Do Not Answer This Song
2010 January 23
Recycling through old music,
afraid to listen
to what I’ve become.
I hear the same tune,
the same one that echoes
when I am alone.
Do not answer this song.
I want the notes to bleed
for me, just once,
I want my thick sense to tell me
all of their names.
Let this be chamber music,
let this be the soul,
but what I hear cannot be sung ,
what I need cannot be written,
and the soul remains undone.
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