Sunday, December 9, 2012

music

I've realized that the hurting hasn't healed
because my words could not become
the music that my arms want to compose.
The letters all are there, in their right place,
but you'd have to hear them singing, to know
how much and how big the feelings are
that hide behind each one of them.
I was never good at writing songs,
but I think that's why I can't stop singing.
I've said them over and over,
but the strings aren't loud enough
to cross these distances forged by our
ignorance of how we should proceed.
Take these notes, and commit them to memory.
Learn them by heart, and maybe one day
you'll know the tune better than I ever could.
You were always the melody,
and I was the words.

1 comment:

babyblueeyed girl said...

this is beauitufl love you friend