Music

How can words, a beat, a melody, a bass
Cut so deeply? How can one song, see through
and call us on our krap?

There are days when those three elements
speak so deeply, I try to outrun
the music pounding through my ears.

It speaks the truth about my heart
the truth I try to hide unless asked
It identifies the pain so deeply embedded,
The lies I believe, the ways I'm trying to better myself.

Today I am trying to forget you
and move on. I saw a picture this morning
and my heart ached for you.
Ached for the things that could have been
instead of the things that are.

Decisions were made, songs sung
songs written. You'll never hear
the chord progression.
Maybe just maybe you can look and see
yourself so embedded in them
That I can capture you and hold you.

Or maybe I should just let you slip from my fingers
your's ghost over mine one more time.
My other hand ghosts over your cheek one more time
For a moment music is all there is, as the notes and the beats
paint a picture of my heart, paint a picture of you.
I can touch you one more time, dance with you one more time
Love you one more time.

Reality comes crashing back in as I hear
the words that bite so deeply
and my heart bleeds, cries out, grieves.
To bad you'll never hear it or see it
among the notes on my page.