Monday, 21 March 2011

Write a note.

Big tunes.
Slow tunes.
Smashing out.
Tearing out.
Ripping out.
Blasting out.

Every note will smash windows, a dozen.
Fabricating what i wish i did.
Heroes coming and going
like wildfire, burning me, kid.
They scream, screech hit out.

Come and go, come and go never stop.

Pulling me in.
Wishing i was in.
Epthasising words within.
Looking within.

These words, are made for a reason
the burning will stop and go
as every syallbell has gone and passed
will they stop.
hopefully, hopefully not.

Music is life.

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