I can write the sound of music,
I can relive the nights with my words.
Hush hush, they would say.
Not so loud they would.
Keep your words to yourself,
Keep them looked in your heart.
Throw away the key so far,
into the wild gorges of the dark.
I am not a rebel, I am
A lover who romances the words.
I am a creator, who creates love.
I am simply an admirer.
Scared, I am not.
Bent, I won't.
The key they thought was lost,
was actually right under their nose.
The jingles, I wrote,
The jokes I cracked.
They all spoke of the same things.
Of the same old nights. Of the days they had lived.
Memory, you know, is like a silk thread.
Fades into shreds, like morsels of dreams.
So I forget, so does my heart.
But I simply couldn't let them die. Delicate were my musings,
so they asked me to lock my thoughts.
But I kept the key, for I can't let my heart forget.
So I kept the key, for I want to relive life.
I kept the key to my heart, for decrepit as they maybe,
They were bits of life as I knew it.