wake up with swollen eyes
as if i just got a tattoo
and didn’t i really?
not hurt from truth
but hurt from doubt
the fear of being broken
broken like old vinyl
played perhaps a bit too much
full of life and yet…
only some songs play
or stop playing
right before the chorus
wake up for something new
broken means fixable
don’t know how to look
what is wrong with you
people will ask
when everything is right
have i even found the answer?
i see the door knob gleaming brightly
my hand itches to turn it
to open the door and walk out
rather than locked and closed
but then i’m enchanted by the pen
stroking stories into being
crafting lines of symmetry
filling in the holes where
those missing pieces lie
once the story is complete
the microphone catches my eye
so i sing and sing and sing
until my voice grows hoarse
and lungs feel light again
i’ll even write the songs i sing
i’ll compose music within me
and outward on a keyboard
hoping and hoping they’ll be heard
will anyone even listen
then i’ll look back at the door
the knob polished yet untouched
begging to be turned and opened
from its sorely locked state
to let me see outside what i love
i have everything i love right here
so why would i venture out
not able to find that one thing
that i ever seem to be missing
that elusive, pleasureful and painful thing
the thing that locked me in here
from the very beginning
heart throbbing in your throat
hands twitch in anticipation
someone’s rather jumpy
hope nibbles at lips
feet itching to dance
let’s start this party
mind loses itself in rhythm
body sways and rocks
dance with somebody
hips swing to the beat
eyes close in pleasure
stop everything and enjoy
these aren’t my hands
i see them
they try to do my bidding
but they aren’t mine
fingers plucking hesitantly
at strings i can’t see
strings begging me to strum
my own tunes
not someone else’s hands
interpreting my story
i want to shove them away
take over from here
they play scared like puppies
hesitancy won’t finish
the song i’m singing
get your hands off
they’re not to trust
i see mine
they’re taking over
strumming a tune
you couldn’t play
a voice sounds different
to anyone but none so much
as the one behind it
no one song is the same
to any different life
experience changes internal
what could sound strange
may come across as beautiful
that which is distorted
may be quite exquisite
I hear your voice and let it take me away,
singing words filled with passion,
with love.
I hear your songs and fall in love
with the voice, with the man
who sings.
My soul soars and is rejuvenated,
shivering with the melody,
repairing me.
If only you were right by my side,
singing softly in my ear,
every night.
If only you could be singing to me,
that this song was mine forever
from you.
—
Inspired by Ramin Karimloo… I swear I’m not obsessed. Okay, maybe I am!
notes plunked out
no, not plunked
but petal jumping
next to each other
those mellow tones
melding in melody
to make masterpieces
never the same pattern
pieced together in
leaping across petals
and pedals drawing
them out in lovely
calligraphy
meant for ears
soothing synapses
mingling with minds
harmonizing with hearts
until the song is finished
oh, to be so absent-minded
to forget the videos I must make,
the poems I must write
in order to become absorbed
in the craft of constructing
what we call
music
the mind goes bliss with blank
and crazy with inspiration
of notes, beats and tunes
that yearn to break free
from the mind that forgot
to do two things
promised
forgetting even the structure
of an ode yet writing one
does it rhyme or have
rhythms to tap to
who really knows anymore
because I do not remember
one bit
VEDA and Something Write…
getting them done late
better then than never
but to forget like that
inexcusable except
I had an utter blast making
music
The song begins–
a gentle hum of violins–
and wings unfold inside.
A heart ready to take flight,
a voice yearning to carry it
through clouds of melody
and winds of harmony
to a place where music can heal
every crack and fault one can feel.
A voice weaves it’s way through,
binding the soul and freeing it, too.
Vibrato sends comfort in ripples
and the lyrics beautiful yet simple.
A song to take away everything
and give so much more than anything.
I want to play in a band with a crazy name,
with a jammin’ drummer and giddy guitarist.
I want to play the piano,
or maybe even the tambourine.
Anything to be on stage.
I want to sing the song I wrote when I was ten,
that talked about kissing in the rain.
I want to perform,
and it doesn’t even matter where…
Anywhere I can be on a stage.
I want to share the gifts given to me;
those talents were meant to be spread.
I want to pour my heart
into every little thing I do
Whenever I’m on stage.
So give me the band.
Hand me the microphone.
And let me sing…
Because there’s nowhere else I’d rather be than on the stage.