The absense of words when there are so many.
I know that most people never will actually feel music that to most its untouchable,
Ungraspable,
Unforgettable.
That a single song is a billion memories to me and that a thousand songs is usually only one moment.
That a song is so much more then what they say but what they feel.
Its as if you vanish into another dimension this one has no fear or worries,
That when things become tragic its not your tragedy,
That when problems arise you fix it with a voice.
If you could play an instrument to save your life then its what will save so many more in turn.
Because i understand lyrics rather then the soft or hard coarse of rhythm being held beside it music isnt music to me at that point,
Its an obssession.
Eating away at my emotions that are in such delicate states that you think theres no possible way a person had writtwn something so beautiful and calming.
It varies with minutes,
Hours,
Days,
Months,
Eventually years.
And soon your voice is gone.
You arent singing,
You just hear words like deep cutting board poetry.
Eventually you arent dancing to a tune,
You are one with the tune.
The only reason you are still hanging to the earth is because god hadnt let you go yet.
And as the song finishes you try to remember the reason you still cling around here:
Because if music had the ability to claim a life which it does youd have died when those words hit you.
YOU ARE READING
Indigo
PoetryLooking through the eyes of a people you learn that there are two options: Your either plastic or dead. Being an empath isnt easy but you learn that the way you see things is much more then just black and white and growing up sideways i learned that.
