SING ME A POEM, SING ME A BOOK.
I want to hear you
I want to hear you sing
A story about life
Something
You only whisper to your pen
It can be a poem or a book
Or something
That just needs to be said
From your anger or a tear
Whatever you want me to hear
I want to hear
The rhymes that make your heart speak
And the rhythm of your words
I want your tongue
To conduct melody
And to feel the harmony in your breath.
I want to hear the desperation
Of a pent up symphony
Explode in my ears
And leave me hungry for more.
I’m not looking for empty notes.
No entertainment for my ears
I want to hear whatever
Is on your mind
Whatever your heart
Is trying to explain
I want to understand
What’s got you in that cage of yours?
I want to hear you sing
Like a free bird,
Who knows the cage all too well.
I want to hear you sing me a poem
So everyone can hear
And those who are dyeing
Have something to hold near.
Or sing me a book
And open eyes wide
To possibilities unknown and unfathomed and untold
Sing me something
So that when I sing to you
We both have something
To hold on to
I want to hear you
I want to hear you sing
A story about life
Something
You only whisper to your pen
It can be a poem or a book
Or something
That just needs to be said
From your anger or a tear
Whatever you want me to hear
I want to hear
The rhymes that make your heart speak
And the rhythm of your words
I want your tongue
To conduct melody
And to feel the harmony in your breath.
I want to hear the desperation
Of a pent up symphony
Explode in my ears
And leave me hungry for more.
I’m not looking for empty notes.
No entertainment for my ears
I want to hear whatever
Is on your mind
Whatever your heart
Is trying to explain
I want to understand
What’s got you in that cage of yours?
I want to hear you sing
Like a free bird,
Who knows the cage all too well.
I want to hear you sing me a poem
So everyone can hear
And those who are dyeing
Have something to hold near.
Or sing me a book
And open eyes wide
To possibilities unknown and unfathomed and untold
Sing me something
So that when I sing to you
We both have something
To hold on to