The function of music is to release us from the tyranny of conscious thought. - Sir Thomas Beecham


Entries for February, 2004


February 26, 2004

Sucky



Bound by my limitations
I bow my head down
To the pavement, if I can
I’d scrape the dirt off the floor with forehead
And lick the grime off your scruffy shoes.

I am nothing.
I was nothing before, and I remain
Nothing.

Words that came so easily
Flew from my mind
The moment I most needed them
The music grew, and swelled
Penetrated.
Without me.

Shame creeping in at the corners
For everyone to see
Ashamed to be ashamed.
And what of it?
Time will erase the memories
In everyone.
Everyone but me.

Helpless in the face of the dark, cold room
At odds with the things I hold most dear
Laughing to hide the fear.
Bound, I am.






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