i can't think

But i can hear music.

 

It penetrates my soul.

 

Symphonies rise,

Beethoven listens

to my

jumbled

shattered

broken

brain.

 

Sometimes

and only sometimes,

i can hear them.

 

Listen!

Love

Peace

aloe vera to my burns.

 

the violins sing

the timpani eats the air.

the trumpets soar with Icarus

and

the english horn dances

Just for me.

 

do you hear the mountains moving?

do you see the sounds melding together?

do you taste the beauty of the symphony?

 

I feel worlds under my feet

dreams in my hands.

And just when it is right there

almost touching

reaching

straining

almos-

 

No.

 

my eyes fly open

hoping.

wishing.

 

but i see nothing.