Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

I Was Listening

Close your eyes...
Your dreams can be
inspired by sound.

When you play a rythm
of sixteenth notes
it'll be a cadence to
get the blood pumping,
add meaning to the wisp
of a feeling that lives
and brings purpose
the way you've done.

Awestruck, I listened
when it all came back
and circled like wings
in flight through the air
of this room.

I was listening
and you were oblivious
to everything in that moment
save chord and structure
and strumming, strumming
I wouldn't have you
any other way.

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