#melodical muse

[mouthfulsofmelodies]

The feeling of you untying the knot that is me

A dissolution, a saturation, a spill of high volume of sand and glitter and glass

A fragmentation, a prismatic reflection, a rainbow of light splashed on every surface in reach

The feeling of waves breaking onto the legs of the dock and slowly but surely eroding it into the sea

The energy inside a ripple that echoes, down down down, pebble sinking after a long fast skip on the surface

At the intersection of energy between i and you there is nothing and there is everything and there is no space for anything in between

[mouthfulsofmelodies]

one day i’m going to ask you why and you’re going to look at me and say it all no more half-hidden truths and imagined lies one day i’m going to look at you and say  i loved you you’re going to look back like you loved me too we’ll look back at the space in between our words and wonder who we could have been  if we had locked eyes for a moment before we had turned and walked away

[mouthfulsofmelodies]

Sound and sensation Thunder through me Reverbrating Mixing touch and Almost taste As I am lifted, Updrafted, Thrust to heights of feeling In every possible way.

Set me on fire, Burn me away. Cause me pain, And let me use it To run and run and fly in endings and beginnings Love hurts. Love burns. Love is worth pain, Combines with pain And brings pleasure. I love you. So destroy me In this moment Just For Love.

[mouthfulsofmelodies]

Mind unspools. Cast thoughts into the void In hopes of catching Some pitiful chance of expression Or words that are so right While also being oh so very wrong. Let mind seek words. Cherish that feeling That is pure, raw need to make. Hands try and fail to describe the movement of this In sweeping spirals Of thought And Such Pure Need.

[mouthfulsofmelodies]

A dark line walks the lines of light Encroach on us with dark and might A nightmare dream comes into sight And brings a day of ever night.

The dreams of fear take up the fight Into the ever brutal plight However we may try to spite The victory belongs to night.

As darkness crawling up the walls Creeps around beneath the doors And under up to scare the fright Into children in the night.

The nightmare dreams rise up again And sweep the demons up again The darkness hides within the light To sabotage it in the night.

And as the dreams rise up to fight The nightmares rising up to bite The dreams of pure and steeling might To take the stand against the night.

[mouthfulsofmelodies]

If love is a song

If love is a song then she is a rhythm She carries me, steady underneath my beat and drives my sounds onwards and keeps me steady, aground. She is the melody, rippling under my highs and lows

If love is a song, then he is electric And synthetic unsingable sound No matter quite how much I might try to make it I can’t bring my voice right in line with it, And it comes out soft sweet static to me

If love is a song, you are a harmony,  Out of my range but still oh so lovely- I’ll match you tune for tune my dear, and we make a lovely pair But I know I’ll never match you quite so high oh way up there~

[mouthfulsofmelodies]

Bitter unfinished resonance A mouthful of sounds which mean nothing closer than my melodies mean to you. Awash, afloat, adrift in sounds that are never real enough together. Repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat, a thunderous drum of rhythmic sound (it’s bigger than me, it’s bigger than me) a crashing a sweeping a humming a keening melody, rhythm, repeat repeat (repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat…)