Music
It’s my favorite thing
I watch it bring people together
For one moment we’re all under the same banner, we’re all under the same flag
There’s a new creed now
Our souls become merged into a crescendo
It’s my favorite thing
To watch bring people together…
Merry Christmas.
I want you to see me
Can you see clearly?
Am I in focus?
It’s me.
And I’ve waited longingly for you
For the day…
Where we could become one
Still, you won’t come to a conclusion
Do you want to keep running from me?
Or will you embrace me?
After all, I am… You.
I don’t own you…
And I think that is so beautiful
I watch you dance and prance on the stage of life
You are so fascinating
You are your own person
How could I ever keep you caged like a bird?
The caged bird sings but you sing even louder when you are free to roam
I won’t be the one to bind you.
Run
Run free
Make me proud to be in this maze with you
It’s a quiet afternoon in my homestead.
Rain patters on the window glass.
The window is so awash with rain I cannot see what is beyond it, out there…
I see lights. It’s something almost resembling Van Gogh’s starry night.
I hear the sound of running water and the clang of dishes together in the sink.
Everything is still.
Dinner will be ready soon so there is no need to fuss.
A movie plays on screen, where it is also raining.
Then suddenly, a flash of lightning strikes and I await the thunder but all that follows is the increasing noise of rain outside.
It seems the mood is perfectly set.
I’m not thinking about anything. Not thinking about what I will do tomorrow or what I have done today. It’s just now.
I’m here for the now.
Lift me up!
Carry me!
I float on a cloud of insecurities and disconcertment
This vehicle no longer serves me
I need a new means of transportation
I hear of a fancier cloud where less thought is given to your immediate circumstances
One where music’s soul bonds with one’s own and the immediate scenario is one of dreams
I don’t know if I can afford such a cloud.
For now, would you help balance me so that I can gain my composure?
Maybe one day I will reach higher, much higher, in the clouds…
Artistic Apathy 