Some people climb mountains, strain their utmost
Some people start businesses, work all day
Some people take it slow, with tea and toast
Some people, like me, find things hard to say
But never fear, if words all slip away
Or there’s no-one to hear, no-one to text
Just play some favourite music; you’ll find they
Don’t matter. You’ve found beauty so complex
Beauty that never ages, never sets
Out to cause pain. Guardian angel ghost
You flit from long dead brain into mine. Play,
Play on till I’m asleep, my genius guest -
Only you understand, are not opposed
To soul’s expression through some other way
Sun 16 Aug
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