Puzzles for you

Everything a riddle
all an anagram
What life is
is caught in the middle

Words should be spoke
as they are meant
Some are hazed
and hidden through smoke

The confusion inside
angers me more
All that is wrote is
with the high tide

To rest it in peace
far underground
The last I want
for us to decease.

Solve these riddles
to get your message
On my heart band plays
its delicate fiddles.