My Quiet
I am not lonely when I’m alone
For my music soothes my soul
I soak in the silence
Until it overflows
In every pore of my being
My melodies come in the dead of night
Whispered between myself and God
At the witching hour, when no one wakes
My orchestra comes alive
But when others are around
My lovely symphony vanishes
The rhythm of my heartbeat,
No longer keeping time,
Now pounding within my skull
Like a caged bird that bloodies its body
My mind screams for freedom
Until my vocal cords shred themselves
And I choke on my own tears and phlegm
My quiet is the only thing that heals me
My quiet is the only thing that can