(no subject)
quill to scroll
pen to paper
fingers to strings
and voice to the sounds in my head
silenced out of fear and social cirumstance
looking at you
glancing at me
both pretending
less than we are for others expense
hiding amongst the living and the undead
moving as one
with words and song
destiny
unbridled with noises in thick air
a whirlwind of harmony sweeps the ground clean
Nov 2004
for the girl who hears me cry
for the one who shares my tears
inspiration is a two way street
and i'm lost in the oncoming traffic
headlights
and blinded
but i can hear you