I’ve a heart that’s played so many songs, so many different rhythms, so many different melodies. I’ve a heart that’s raged, that’s thumped wildly like metal music angry at the world, I’ve a heart that’s piano sonatas on a rainy evening with the screen door letting a breeze through. I’ve a musical heart, and it’s been a dozen dozen soundtracks throughout the course of these nearly 40 years. Right now, if I’m honest — and I’m always honest here, it’s the only way I know to be with you all — I’ve a heart that’s been playing strange experimental music in a million ways, that’s been trying to find the sonata soothing sounds, but hasn’t been able to slow. I’ve a heart that is being pulled to the bagpipe and guitar sounds of Scotland and Ireland, I’ve a heart that is filled with whatever songs the sea sings, but I am too far to decipher them. I am here, listening for them, leaning my ear closer, but I cannot make them closer, I cannot and it is making me crazy.
Keep talking about her, it certainly inspires and gives me hope for finding someone for me. Your poetry brings things alive.
The greatest authors spill their blood out on paper, only to convince us it’s our DNA on the page.