A Music of My Own

Sometimes, i wish to make music of my own.

to stroke the right keys and have the sound of my soul 

come pouring out.

the odd tunes that flit through my head finally captured and measured,

set behind bars on white pages.

unable to come back and taunt me with what i do not know...

but i don't. i don't know. i don't know how. so instead,

i'll stroke a different set of keys.

...tap. tap. tap... pause. 

soft and loud, fast and slow. 

a music only a writer can know. 

i'd record it for you, but likely,

you wouldn't understand. 

the heart that goes into it might not be heard...

so i'll sit and tap for myself and instead

 give you my word.