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Words and Music
Words and Music
I knew a man
A man of mystery
A man of many questions
A man of Words and Music
He looked much like each of us
Yet his feathers were a little fuller
His colors, a little brighter
His pain, a little deeper
He was special, and everyone knew it
Everyone.....except him
He had this....gift
Of taking a story, or a piece of music
And extrapolating the answers to life's mysteries
He did it as none I had ever known
Because he lived it
You see, his mind was a vast library
Filled with all the beautiful things
Words and Music had to offer
His knowledge and passion
Amazed all who knew him
Few secrets were hid from him
Because this was his Home
In the early days, when life was good
Words and Music became his closest friends
They made the good days more enjoyable
They made the not-so-good days.....tolerable
Then the skies clouded over
The brightness of his Starr still shone
But, not to him.
The Abuser began to change how he saw himself.
As the beatings increased, so did his excursions.
When leather kissed his flesh, he hid himself
Inside of a favorite song
Trembling with fear, while waiting
For the melodies to comfort his soul
Waiting...for the storms to pass him by
Locking the secrets away with his friends
Words and Music
Puberty set in, then
Jealousy reared it's ugly head
On Johnny-Come-Lately
Whose colors were just a bit brighter
Who hid his torments behind a smile
A smile that could lift you
From the depths of despair
But could do little for his own
He lived his life as an outcast,
Alone, ugly, and Unwanted
But I saw his beauty, & felt his magic
That certain quality, that belongs
To a select few, only I...couldn't...reach him
I couldn't make him see
What was plain as day
To everyone he touched...
That he was special!
We all knew it, but didn't treat him so
We made fun of him, mocked his pain
And we added to his anguish
Time marches on...
He stayed close to his friends
Words and Music, and
He wrote a great many things.
We laughed with him
We rejoiced with him, and
We wept with him
He'd brought a lifetime of pain
And heartache, down to our levels
In his own unique way
To help us see just how special
He really was
We saw the true brightness of his Starr
And we told him so
Which inspired him to even greater works
For us to see
It seemed he was winning the battle
With that little Civil War in each of us
But, things are not always as they seem
His vindication came too little, too late
The countless heartbreaks, of years gone by
Came upon him like a flood, and took him away from us
His Starr fell from the sky, into an ocean,
Filled with the tears he'd kept locked inside
For far too long
His friends, Words and Music
Never left him, but
He lost his hearing, then
He lost his vision, and....Finally
He lost his voice
No longer could he say
"The Things That Needed Saying"
The things that were crying out
From his soul and spirit
No longer could he feel the comforts
Of his friends, Words and Music
I knew this man, who was
So much more than he ever knew
And I miss him
I miss his...Words and Music
© Mirror_rorriM 1999
let him
out.
free him.
hes got others with him.
let him sing it loud and clear.
Koko
Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....
Words