Have I ever told you
The questions I would ask you
If I were not afraid
Listen, can you hear that music?
Were I as forthright as it
Have you ever wondered
The question I would ask you
Were you not so silent
So many voices unrelenting
I begin to lose track of the music
These days will change to tomorrow
So they say
And the dirges repeat and fade
When looking forward keeps you going
What happens when you can't see?
Hear it now
Rising falling we are
Rising falling we fade
"What are you doing?"
"I'm transferring a poem... because it's rainy. And that's what you do on rainy days."
It's the whole poem! So many voices unrelenting... And the dirges repeat and fade...
ReplyDeleteThis makes me want to play music on a rainy day. In fact, I'm gonna do that once it rains.
Our brief conversation sounds very poetic in this context. I like it.
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