Let The Song Sing

A winding up boaster told it all
The weekend sun beat down from above
And you noticed while looking for maps
That in the glove there was a tape from the past
And it read 'a mix for my love' of the best.

You shot me a glance
That shot through my chest
That left me motionless.
While the hillside flew by
Out of the corner of my eye
You tapped nervously on the dash.

"Please don't take this wrong" you began
"But I don't want to hear your music again.
It's worth nothing and I can't compete
With these memories that you create and keep.
Like a fool or a friend I would pass, you would sing
And I realise now what you're actually singing
It makes me feel less than I am.
So no more tunes
And no more songs"

The passion then pushes us down.

The thought made me sick
But I loved you more
So I took your advice and I broke my guitar
Stuck a knife in my throat to cut my vocal chord.
And let the sound wind down
Until there was none.

Then one morning I heard you sing
It came over me like a wave that pours in
I picked up a pen and a scrap that I found
And I wrote and I wrote till the ink ran out
And I dug in the edge to make sure it sunk in
Then I did it again to make sure that there was nothing left out.
Then I realised with uncertainty
That you can't be afraid or threatened here by me.
Because you too now have become a part of the meaning
Of what is in these lines
And what is in-between.

Don't pull me under
I won't let you dream
From whatever you've been to whatever you'll be
I hope you understand the responsibillity..

To always

Always.


Let the song sing.