An unforseen fear
trembles the soul and
aggravation begins to
shatter the once known
intoxication of
praise
A tool of melodic harmony
once so seemingly innocent
begins to grin with evil
fangs
desire is scarce
to struggle from fear
of intimidation
jealousy
hate
Gone are the dainty scales
replaced with the overwhelming
harmonically-haunting melodies
that are to trigger determination
innocent happiness
was once where there is now
stained musical disdain
aggression clouds those
still stuck in a seemingly
never-ending race
C E G
D Bb C
a small bringer of solitude
breaks free from the grasp of darkness
bequeathed by an almost
imaginary bright shining ray
of hope
still as a silent night
as peaceful as the calm from
a raging storm- comfort
takes the place of insecurity
Is it faux?
Maybe.
But it seems to provide a
temporary time to
let down your
guard and let the music flow
through you as if
your own serenely mythical muse
is whispering golden notes
into your mind
as breathless as that faithful
night- each dynamic note
that whispers from
the instrument a gentle
cooing tone
a hust of wind develops from that petite
wave of air
the crescendo is deafening
Just as quickly as
emotions fade from
their whimsical blur
magic recedes to
whence it came
shimmering muses fade back
to the
heavens
leaving a whimsical
heavenly tone in their wake
suddenly a burst
of applause erupts from
those that have seen
your gift-
your talent
your part of you
exposed tenderly
to the world
trembles the soul and
aggravation begins to
shatter the once known
intoxication of
praise
A tool of melodic harmony
once so seemingly innocent
begins to grin with evil
fangs
desire is scarce
to struggle from fear
of intimidation
jealousy
hate
Gone are the dainty scales
replaced with the overwhelming
harmonically-haunting melodies
that are to trigger determination
innocent happiness
was once where there is now
stained musical disdain
aggression clouds those
still stuck in a seemingly
never-ending race
C E G
D Bb C
a small bringer of solitude
breaks free from the grasp of darkness
bequeathed by an almost
imaginary bright shining ray
of hope
still as a silent night
as peaceful as the calm from
a raging storm- comfort
takes the place of insecurity
Is it faux?
Maybe.
But it seems to provide a
temporary time to
let down your
guard and let the music flow
through you as if
your own serenely mythical muse
is whispering golden notes
into your mind
as breathless as that faithful
night- each dynamic note
that whispers from
the instrument a gentle
cooing tone
a hust of wind develops from that petite
wave of air
the crescendo is deafening
Just as quickly as
emotions fade from
their whimsical blur
magic recedes to
whence it came
shimmering muses fade back
to the
heavens
leaving a whimsical
heavenly tone in their wake
suddenly a burst
of applause erupts from
those that have seen
your gift-
your talent
your part of you
exposed tenderly
to the world
