Never Fall That Far Again

A whispering gust of verses encircle my ears as your lips somberly dance to the rhythm.  I watch as the darkness drips from your mouth, just as blood leaks from a closing wound. Your eyes wander hastily to catch a glimmer of sunlight, only to halt as it is kisses the lifeless concrete that lie beneath your feet.

Your mouth begins to dance again, “This ground I see,

This ground supports my flesh,

        my burdens,

      my faith.

It keeps me afloat in my sea of woe.

Thru it, I can never fall that far again.”

Inharmonious

We’re both musicians in this world of silence.

We’re both artists in this world of black.

We’re both humans in this world of beasts.

It would seem we match perfectly;

like a match to a fire, like a wave to an ocean,  like a ray to a sun, like a note to a harmony.

Well then, why can’t we harmonize?

We see notes as they fly by,

Yet why can’t we play them right?

Why can’t we play them right?

Why can’t we play them right?

Why?

We never play the same song.