music was a vision that I tried to see, but never could feel...
synthesized imagery that could never be real...
the soundscapes seemed distant in each instance
each melody sounding more forced after each listen...
trying to evoke some feeling from those who would hear
but even in the creation, no emotion was clear.
hiding my real self in a cloak of lonely actions
as i tried to wait for a truer dose of passion
it had been so long, since i had sat happily beneath
the sky in my field of dreams, without the apathy and grief
waiting patiently to fill the void inside of my chest
between those warped trees, where I lay past desires to rest
then the sight of one girl gave me the will to breathe...
in her air of perfection, as if she'd fleed divinity...
i was weakened in the knees, and my body was numb
but my heart was beating to the rhythm of the song that it sung
a mix of amazing grace and I believe I can fly
the fireworks could create a masterpiece in the sky
i could see in her eyes that i needed to try
to make a move, before I let that chance meeting subside
so we spoke for a few hour about a lotta things
to a backdrop of my spirit dancing to pizzicato strings
music never sounded so beautiful...
every composition had me livin in a musical, until the funeral
even when the mood was dull
one smile casts a shadow on the sun dial until i was delusional
like my life was timeless
my miss was a dream and I had hoped to never let my eyes lift
i thought He answered my wish
but life is a bitch, tho I tried to thank her for the nice gift.
i was sprung, and gave her love like it
she struck a chord, and turned my life into one nice riff
better than any hit song, or number one record
i took notes, and listened to the ones in each measure
and then the song became eratic; saddening... tragic
the notes became sharper... faster...sporadic
fleeting... my muse no longer wanted to date me
my suffocating love let my feeling of hate breathe
and i couldn't let her or those feelings escape me
the need for her left me unwilling to chase dreams...
so I'm left with a composition with no compromise
a constant loop of life and love where inspiration often dies
now background vocals accompany her melodic cries
as I wait patiently for another muse, beneath the solemn sky.
