Tuesday, February 2, 2016

The Call

A knock (...)
Open the door
please let in the music of the wind, the waters, the roars
the time is now for a new Woodstock

Incessantly life knocks
to deafs by choice
It wants to play the strings
of a tuned heart
it wants the metronome
of your binary tic toc

And all you hear is the ring
You're compassed by the clock
you ignore that tingling tongue
Your soul, screaming lyre
wants to break out in song

Not a place anymore,
not an icon to ever adore
your throat is dry
and the song is sweet
let out the big scream
make your angels go to sleep

If your honey drips
from smiley happy lips
let in the music of the wind
dig a well ever so deep

The day you understand
The wisdom of the insipidity
Quench your thirsty mouth
Clean the palate, let water roll down halls

Continuous sounds will make noise
but your voice, let it out
listening closer when the pause comes
Silence and sound
Fast and slow
Vibrant and sad
be a pendulum
like the world

A knock (...)
Do you hear me now?