muse

the broken records play
through all the ordinary days
roots of her rhythm's stream
the unbroken nights redeem

 

voices of the Id
words he never said
things she never did
thoughts she should have hid

 

lyrics written and never read
but clear inside her head
the procession of her lips
they are a blooded rose's red

 

carved with fingers crass
strumming cross the old sinew
released free these angels flew
each note she borne anew

 

drunken trysts amassed
she regret's they were too fast
frozen possibilities won't last
when she imbibes on jazz and brass

 

the records in the moon
the vynll scratching on her tomb
smoke wraps up the wicked tune
its an alchemy of looms

 

gold was spun from lead
notes on strings where her fingers bled
her instrument a conductor of her tears
the fluid of all her years

 

her songs replace the fires
chanting voice of her desires
makes her irredescent in the light
the sounds create her sight

 

her unforgiven past repeats
when she walk's the crowded streets
silence unbroken depletes the dreams
its like a desert's massive heat
so her music never completes

 

copyright

Jake Thirsk