Breathing, living-
Each hour, each moment
Strumming guitar chords -
Of soft-spoken rhythms

Watching rain run down the glass
Drip, drop, cry, plop
Drizzling down the foggy pane
Contrasted to the deep profane

How do I make the pain disappear?
How do I make the echoes of a dream stop singing?
Melodies are calling
Should I answer?

Softly, barely
Hear the straining
Music’s playing
Should I sing?

Should I break away from all I know?
Become lost again in the blackness
Tumbling over and over again
I’ll take my chances through the pen