There's always a kind of
tension
that comes in between
our musical arrangement
of sentimental tones
and I'm
left vibrating
inside a pattern of
love's minor scale
--- with major lonliness --
because
his beats
keep changing tempo
~The
frequencies of
an equal-tempered
scale have me
wrapped up inside
emotions that underscore
my hopes
of our closeness
~ our distance begins
to emulate
the sounds of
a shallow and hollow
memory
The songs I play are
echoed through
the saddled soul
of an acoustic guitar
and my misery
has been the sheet music
that is organized
in open and closed intervals
for quite some time now...
For us --
those happier times were
written on a
staff of five lines ~
held high in octaves
of eighth notes
and on the kisses of
sharps and flats
but ~now
he's not listening
and I don't play
my guitar the same
.... sad ... slow
I can see
the emptiness of my
tears
~ dancing
on the 4th fret of a 3rd string
and my fingers
strum -- numbness
as I sing the
painful song of
how his rhythm gave me
the blues
(c) 2001 SOULOFASISTA
tension
that comes in between
our musical arrangement
of sentimental tones
and I'm
left vibrating
inside a pattern of
love's minor scale
--- with major lonliness --
because
his beats
keep changing tempo
~The
frequencies of
an equal-tempered
scale have me
wrapped up inside
emotions that underscore
my hopes
of our closeness
~ our distance begins
to emulate
the sounds of
a shallow and hollow
memory
The songs I play are
echoed through
the saddled soul
of an acoustic guitar
and my misery
has been the sheet music
that is organized
in open and closed intervals
for quite some time now...
For us --
those happier times were
written on a
staff of five lines ~
held high in octaves
of eighth notes
and on the kisses of
sharps and flats
but ~now
he's not listening
and I don't play
my guitar the same
.... sad ... slow
I can see
the emptiness of my
tears
~ dancing
on the 4th fret of a 3rd string
and my fingers
strum -- numbness
as I sing the
painful song of
how his rhythm gave me
the blues
(c) 2001 SOULOFASISTA