Solo

It's clear, like intuition;
I feel it in my bones
But I fear that no one knows
Cos' they don't listen
To the sounds that make no noise
And the chance within the choice,
It's not my mission-
But i've found that it annoys
My heart that no one else enjoys
This disposition.
So i seal myself away
From the potential Self decay
Of my cognition.
And instead this old soul sings
In her head, unthingly things,
A composition
Of the perfect melody
Perhaps one day there will be
More musicians.

Reviews

[Everson Taveras]

A thought evoking read. Your style is so original and authentic. I loved it.

[Robin]

perhaps there will , most dont realize the music isn't in how well you play , but how well you listen

[Devons]

This is really cleverly written; and that -in this context- makes it enjoyable to a point that you smile to yourself in recognition of its skilful wordplay. Just as I would at a familiar actor as he makes a characteristic shrug or some such, but it is always so effective..
This has a sort of 'ho-hum!' cheerful wisdom to it which is agreeable and persuasive - but more importantly it persuades with a gently profound philosophy.
As I would expect, it is excellent.

[Ed Hart]

what it looks like at any particular moment, is what it looks like at any particular moment...fortunately, our apprehension is a process in transformation...and, although it is always solo, we are never alone