Music and My Soul

The things that music does to my soul.
It is better than stolen kisses.
It is better than a surprise attack-
Of covers over my head,
Of monsters under the bed.
I can fall backwards-
No fear of hitting the ground.
You tell me that the world is over...
I will drive you insane.
Cop out, copy what I say,
I love today.
I love the change of racial tension,
I love the climate cooling down.
I breath in a northern pole,
And I sleep just fine.

Can you open one eye,
two...
three.
I pull into my arms a frigid mind.
Tangled up like forgotten bones,
left to decompose in the desert.

Is there a voice in this throat.
Does the levee bare thin lips?
I am riding on a horse,
that went wild before I left.
And you.
You try to.
But you can't.

And I thought I'd turned into dust,
here under these pages.
I cooed, and thought no one heard..
but the angels did.
Angels swirling around my bed,
like they are intent on landing
And I wave my hands like air traffic control.
This is where you want to be,
snuggled up right next to me.

when I am my true self.
before the book ends.
Can I just put one last word in.
Hmmmm... second thought.
Silence.

I put that into song.