Check the pulse
Listen for it pounding
Beat. Beat.
Beat. Beat.
Check the breath
Listen for it whispering
Sigh. Sigh.
Sigh. Sigh.
Then remember
They died a long time ago
All you can hear
Is the shell of life
Anchoring them
To us, and everything
They wanted to escape
Check the heart
Echoes of nothing
To know they were alive
Once
Studio B
- Mark
- When you need to wake up in the morning, and set the right mood for the day, when you need to escape from the overwhelming everything of life. What do you turn to? How do you describe your core without speaking aloud, without having to talk to someone about it? This is how. Music. Lyrics. Poetry. Do you feel it? Do you? It's here, it's everywhere, locked within you, within the most tone deaf of us. It's begging to be released, become unleashed in a tearing chord, a crying melody, soulful harmony, dying lyric. You feel it yet? It's concealed here, within every word that I write. This is my release. I want you to see it, to feel it with me. This pure expression of every tangible and imaginable emotion known and unknown to man. To me. Welcome to The Window.