Music In My Walls

I new Note

A different Octave

Soaking my thirsty walls

 Absorbing into the wood work

As I pause

They pause

Think and load

The lyrics

Then gush

My dresser discusses 

words with the books

the scarves cry 

for the loss of possibility 

The lamps laugh

But I

I just sit

Because I've heard it before,

And each song

Sounds exactly like the last

With a twist. 

Author's Note

This is a new style for me and I don't really know what I think of it. If you could just tell me what you think and where I need to improve that would be awesome.

Reviews

[Kati]

A very different poem on music. A lot of personification. Very nice :)

[Xye Nelson]

I actually have an edited version that i haven't updated here yet

[Tony]

You interweave the musical imagery very creatively here. The ending read like a description of life getting a little mundane-- nice poem anyway you interpret it.