June 04, 2003 - 9:29 p.m.
I wrote a song for you
Trouble is it's trapped inside of me.
What is the audible translation for the music pulsing through my body?
The chords are inexplicable
each note different, yet the same.
It's every sound at once
and yet I can emit only a profound silence.
As if any attempt at expression
would only destroy its perfection.
It's whole while it's in my heart
My inadequacies would only reveal bits and pieces
and the truth would be lost...
