Invisible Playlists


I go quiet for days

when I’m dreaming in lyrics,

streaks of my memory somehow written down by someone else,

shards of a moment I might have left behind.


I go quiet and collect

every note

every rest

every rhyme

that makes me think of you.


I have given you all of my words

and none of them are broken.

I have given you all of my time

and none of it’s wasted.


I have run out of voice,

I have no other stories,

I exhale invisible playlists

you will only find if you unfold my skin.


I am not doing much you asked me to do

but I could answer all your questions

in this symphony.


Maybe you should

learn the music filed under your name 

to know what’s going on in my head.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 7/20/17

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