the music has left me.
i can't finish the song i was writing her
i can't hit the keys right.
i make sound instead of music,
noise instead of melody.
without it, my soul lies barren.
there's a pounding behind my eyes
that incessantly hurts.
there's a pounding in my chest
that's even worse.
the music has left me
and i'd die to get it back.
i
just
might.