We must begin to create to learn how to finish our creation
That is what finally drove me from my home
To the streets in New York City
I didn't pay attention to criticism
I just listened to the sound of passing taxis
The beat of peoples' feet on the sidewalk
And amidst the suffering that could have found me there
I began to trust in that music
The notes intricate and magical
I begin to play
As the echoes of my music
Emptied into the starry night sky
They found their way into the hearts of people who need it most
And they found my way
As much as it found theirs
Yet we can't see the effects of our hard work in the night
While we work through sweat and tears
Until I worked and worked
Becoming one with the music
Until you appeared
And could I be happier?
My song has finally reached you
And all this effort helped you understand
I just listened to you
The jazzy voice of a singer into the night followed my act
And in the dark
Your face is coming closer
It's hard to look at
And my insides are warm
And laughter is escaping my throat
Which makes you smile
As you reach for more of my glow
YOU ARE READING
Somewhere
PoetryOriginal poetry collection on love and heartbreak. Maybe love will work out for all of us someday. Or maybe some loves are only for a season.