Music plays
An intimate show
In my brain
Hooked up to an amp
Sitting in my heart
Streaming sound

Voltage

Your verses are etched
On
In
My bones
Sharp and flat
Notes

Instrumental

I miss you
When I remember the chorus
And refrain

Memory makes me hold you
In 4/4 time
It flows
Like the whisper
Of a silver flute
Of the stream that falls
From the faucet
Into my hands

Quicksilver

I hold it in my palm
And it slips away

Fadeout

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