Your Music.

Music,

Made by heart,

With lyrics,

So so cryptic.

Go ahead,

Judge. 

These songs, 

Are personal. 

They define,

And sideline,

Both together.

Go Ahead,

Presume.

                          

You won`t understand, 

And you need not. 

You won`t feel it, 

And you possibly cannot. 

Go ahead,

Prove. 

Confused, 

Yet expressive, 

The symphony,

Of thoughts. 

Go Ahead,

Imagine.

                         

                                        

The notes,

All in tune.

Yet none match, 

Another precisely. 

Go ahead, 

Atune. 

Mix and fix, 

Those memories,

Make everything a, 

Repository of songs.

No one understands, 

You do.

Go ahead,

Unveil. 

Let`s be lost, 

Feel no need to, 

Be found. 

It's peaceful.

Then again,

Go ahead, 

Precede. 

Space for two.

Crawl in...

Through the narrow window.

There is space,

For two.

Far away,

From the sameness,

Of time and 

       Faceless people.

There is more...

Than silence,

To be consumed. 

Ask me not,

About the deep stories,

Understand.

Shallow places,

Light up brighter. 

Unaffected by overwhelming vastness.

They shine vividly.

Memories and impressions, 

Are yours to create.

Untamed and sheltered, 

The mind makes, 

New colors everyday. 

Soak in...

Those colors are unique, 

Smear in, 

Add you own. 

The canvas loves a duet. 

                                                                                 

                                             
                                                Away from the norms, 

Of what should be, 

And what must be... 

No norms can really decide, 

Fate, Action or deed. 

Crawl in,

A little harder, 

Through that narrow window, 

There is more space,

For two. 

Wait...

Sit back,

Wait,

I`ll see you soon.

And she waits.

With her heart,

Held tight,

Don`t break,

Not just yet,

Don`t remorse,

Not just yet,

He said wait!

Wait, her second name.

And first, forgotten.

Washed away,

In the quest to,

Just wait.

Life around her,

A standstill.

She cannot see,

And connect,

To the world around,

She sits back,

And whispers to herself...

Wait.

Just a little bit more.

Every impatient cell,

Eludes her.

As she learns to embrace,

The hope emitting light

From one single word

Of her life...

Wait.