We all need 
to be heard
by others maybe 
even by ourselves 
our voice is 
the signature of 
our thoughts and 
the fingerprint of 
our mind our 
eyes speak for 
our souls and 
my lips well
they only speak 
for my heart 

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