It isn’t talent
But instead just memory
The song playing inside
Isn’t what others see

When the feeling dies out
A song can go on
And when the song dies out
The feeling’s never gone

Life is the most alive
Before the moment it dies out
The most certainty that can be found
Lays in the infinitive amount of doubt

The most stable ground
Sits upon a constant moving current
Like the speed of light in a paradox
A melody can take you on a circuit.

The most intense silence
Lays within the loudest bang
Listening brings meaning
To any song longing to be sang