Empty Shell

Just some passing feelings and thoughts....

Music only calms my soul for awhile,

Then its back to memories I compile.

Lost loves and heartbreak injuries,

Reflections of love and the calamities.

A reminder that time does grow short,

A longing to be without restraint or resort.

Still society looks only at the shell in me,

Stopping short of looking inside to see.

So I create a moment of musical affair,

Knowing inside that no one is there.

Deep infliction of being left hallow,

Hand making notes but still is shallow.

Blues and rock a tailored made domain,

Temporary band aid for wounds sustain.

Maybe one day I will go platinum to you,

Till that time I'm alone to see it all thru.