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A lyrical poem on the danger of memory & music
Don’t share the music, don’t let them in,
They change the frequency under the skin
So I guard the bridge, I guard the hook,
I keep my favorites in a closed-up book
Because I know how the alchemy works,
How a person’s shadow suddenly lurks
Even in the upbeat tempos of a summer track,
And once they take over, you can’t get them back
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Before the first chord can land
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Before I see the shape of your hand
A frantic panic, a saving grace,
Before the memory bleeds into bass
Because the beat drops,
And the volume starts rising
And the refrain is there…
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Surprisingly agonizing
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I once embodied these rhymes and this scale,
But now the melody feels paper-thin and pale
You took the golden and left behind blue,
Now I don’t hear a chorus, it’s only you
Now I’m lost in the dissociative hum,
Waiting for a crescendo that will never come
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The almost-was of the story we told
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The potential that turned these harmonies cold
If I share the music, I give them the key,
To rewrite the parts that belonged to me
So I sit in the static, feel the waves in the air,
Because the song I loved is no longer there
It’s just a ghost in a rhythmic cage,
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A smudged bar of notes on my favorite page
I hold on tight to the control I have left,
Stop.
A silent room from a beautiful theft
Note: I have been feeling lyrical because I have been singing more and coming up with melodies again. It made me think about how dangerous it can be to share your favorite songs with others. If you aren’t cautious, you could be connecting them to the music forever. So be careful out there with your mixtapes…er, I guess, playlists. :) I still share my favorites freely. This poem is all talk.
Thanks for being here.
Until next time,
j
so NICE!!!!!! what an amazing photo, and lyricism.
Absolutely love this one.
You spoke of what many of us couldn't find the right words to describe.
Thank you! ❤️