The Notes That Don't Ring
- i stare at my keyboard
- while i try to think
- when was the last time that i could sing
- to the top of my lungs and towards the sky
- when was the last time that i tried to cry
- looking down at this keyboard
- while trying to think
- the tears come too easy
- and the notes just don’t ring
- but i remember a time when they did
- and i would travel mountains to share
- the passion within me, the love in the air
- and they touched many, and many would sing
- the notes they heard, they gave them this thing
- some called it bliss and some called it a blessing
- but i called it my meaning, my grace, my being
- my passion
- i stare down at this keyboard
- and I’m beginning to think
- the reason why I smile, I love, and admire
- is because there’s a fire inside that wants to burn brighter
- it seeks something new, something more, something to aspire
- and this new path that I’m following gives me hope
- that after all the drowning, I will float
- after all this hard work, my heart will sing
- and on that day the notes will ring
- and I will travel mountains, I swear
- to spread the love that I'll be given to share
This poem is about:
Me