there's a piano and you play it.
I feel the tones here and
dissolve in a deluge.
The undercurrents have a
thing or two about you to say,
But I out beat them by saying
many more.
I've done the same in the sky.
And with gods and devils
in heaven and hell.
No one can stand me, that's why.
Talk about getting banished
from everywhere for being
such a chatterbox-
I'm a stray in no man's land.
And the way I wanna belong
only to you, own me if you want.
That's why I seek your asylum
with repeated pleas.
This yearning I suffer with.
I've made threads out of it to tone
my longing. Every guitar riff
is tuned to your distant presence.
My compositions fleet in your
service, forever in the air-
and if you get a whiff of it.
Embrace it into acceptance.
Do it, so that,
I could negotiate terms with
myself, to be a fool I should be,
again and again.