expire indifferent

empty as the evening seems the
xylophone you play is my ribcage so
play it well and follow my rhythm
if you want to sing along then let me know
really give it your best effort and
each new chord you can pull out my eyes
introduce a new visionary picture so
now i can go ahead and play by feel
direct the whole body to be and seek the music
inside those young lyrics dwell
found indication of night-time impressions
finished wood polish you have prepared to
enter my chest and
remove y heart to make your instrument
evidence of the fire getting started
name the songs after the holes in me
these are the last notes i can convey before i pass
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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