I am 
but a
blank sheet
of paper 
upon which 
those I
do meet
write themselves 

There’s little 
worse I
think than
hope for 
the disappointment 
of same 
is the 
kind of 
ache that 
can’t be 
soothed only 
ever ignored
time it
does take 
to pull 
one away 
and on

Some had toys 
me I music 
melody not lyrics 
for I had 
my own words 
but music it
flowed as smoothly 
as skate upon
ice as easily 
as drip down 
glass saturating me
I that held
music then is
all I’m not 

Rest weary soldier 
stay past dawn 
let your dreams 
play a little 
longer let me 
soothe your muscles 
and whisper music 
there’s no need 
to fight night 
let this darkness 
cradle your day
wars can wait 

New curtains draw 
and blinds cleve 
this quiet night 
even buildings sleep
like an army 
of giants whose 
freshly sharpened blades
catch the last 
moments of moonlight 
as their animals 
stir and rise
slowly as the 
mountains behind them