The Bows That Caress Throats
And now, curled up, locked inside
I ponder what I must have done
My tone, a failed serenade
I wonder what I must have sung
What I must have wished, become
What I must have had before
That's brought me to where I am
All the things I've passed along
All the things that passed me by
All within the past, but now
All part of my constant thought
Locked inside this train of mind
Pinned against, chained amongst
Pushed beneath, and hung about
Forces I can't deal without
Slipped along the keys
A notation slightly detached
Strike a bow to my veins
For I will be your violin
Play me softly, smooth and somber
Play me against the ears of the happy
Make them hear what they have lost
A song long ago forgotten
Play me for the ears of the lonely
They'll gather from their shadows
And listen again and again
To the song which has no end for them
Synched and harmonized with
The faintest tones
Their hums and hymns
Their strangled moans
And mourns to the rhythm
To a remix of what it is to be alone
An encore that never stops
In perpetual sadness
Constantly reminded of what they can never lose
Never let go, never be rid of
And the few in between
Who struggle from the choice
Such as myself
I struggle with the voice
And almost always sing the silence
But every so often
If you listen closely enough
You can hear the faint notes
The subtle keys
And I hope you'll like this song
It's about you after all…