Water Waves are splashing
the sounds of trumphets
bass drums piercing my eardrum
tunes floating amongst the
backsplash of my mind
I couldnt put the voices in a place music
was the refugee camp of artist filled with anger and ready
for the war chart toppers one hit wonders, piano key strokes
were what I felt then I felt ...I felt the pain of cold brick
laying hands strong against
my tender skin.
The tunes began to become
heavy and unannounced
drowned in the deep dark sounds for a moment
all I knew were melodic tunes
I pulled myself from the savage to a
sea of hands
my body ached in pain no longer
was I enjoying the music or dancing to the beat
I had become crippled by the composer of what I thought would've been
the greatest symphony
there were no audience no appaulders
or not even a person to stop the show
A show that was losing it focus, its plot
characters weren't playing their parts
teners were singing alto
alto was singing barotone
it had become something not on
the front of the playbill
but an article on the front of the Daily News
coverage of the Dark Music
was being broadcast, glad someone noticed soon
just before the record stopped playing
or the curtains were pulled
and who often thought was the greatest composer
was yet indeed the greatest composer
not of art nor music but of hurt and pain
he moved to his own rhythm and refused to change notes
was his main singer forced losing a tune
hadn't out my heart in and the words slurred from my tongue
I'VE BEEN BEATEN BY MUSIC
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