i look upon this plate
a toublesome thing
not of which it is
but what upon it lays
to kill
as brian talks
i quikly shush him
for why did he choose tonight
to remind me of his presence
just sitting there
antaginizing me
i cope



melody softly playing
your sweet song
telling a story with only the notes
the difficulties
of whcih mine i am not
that water
my hand grasps
holding on
to something that will soon be nothing
gone


one day the notes get higher
faster they come
with each hope grows
they slow
lowering with each
for what comes up
must come down
happiness
to the example may that be seen