i'm preparing some piano recordings for a poetry night on the radio
there's a voice in my head saying
i also created a nice art work for it
who the fuck do you think you are, you don't even know how to play
i know i'm a cheatter, i reply, i can admit that at any time
it says you can't do that
then i say: o, yeah, and what are you gonna do
become a human and say it in my face?
create some chaos?
then it goes silent
and i keep editing and playing, thinking
i'm gonna make my own radio if needed
i'm gonna change one thousand times
count the countless stars and binoculars
this is who you can make your voice go silent
and see the world while kind and with empathy
for that who doesn't know how to make it go away
it's just a matter of time and practice
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