Poetry

The Music.

I hear this music in my soul.
No one can hear it except for me.
I could ask this whole town if they hear it and they would all answer no.
It's like a search for the impossible.
They say nothing is impossible.
So when I find the cure to my loneliness please don't tell me it was a mistake.
A mistake with emotion is a scar for the heart.
When the heart is bruised so is the soul that cages it.
Look me in the eye and tell me you don't hear it.