Locked in torment, music is my hero.

April 22, 2009
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Absolute control over my mind
blinding me silently into twilight
comes the music from the piano, capturing me and,
deciding what i am destined to do, the earth comes together in peace as the sound is
freed form my throat, music flowed from my fingers
Gaily i praise the music that i feel
Harrassed by the notes that trap m in a room of steel
Inclement notes torment me, Still i feel
Jubilant that something not someone calls for me
Kyrie of my life is a room of four walls
Lacking everhting but notes flying in the air
Music is what I long for but yet i run in fear
Notes that might control me so where I am blinded ironically by sound
Oppression from society is what draws me to my shell
Peeling my layers of toughness the notes break me down
Quaint is how I may sound, writing this but
really its my pen draining what I thing but cant
say how I feel, but now I grow weary and
the notes are waiting, ready for me to scream
uniquely the only sound from my throat is songs
violently lashing to be heard
waiting to put the audience into a sense of equilbrium
x-traordinary is the realtionship between music and I
yearning to show the world what i can be
zest is what i have for music and
commitment is what it longs from me.





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