Tangible, Invisible

I wish our lives had a soundtrack,

a song for those important moments.

I know what I would pick

for a lingering stare

or a heart attack.

 

That girl there,

she needs noise above her head.

It would be good if you understood

the euphoria, the dread

when I look upon your face

in a place

where there are only instrumentals.

 

We would all see

what happens on the inside.

Don’t get scared of me

if you see something stick, or grind

in the machinations of my mind.

And don’t trust someone

just because they seem well oiled.

If they appear level be careful

of what they’ve got coiled up

deep down,

waiting to unbalance them.

 

Most of all

love who you love.

Make choices automatic,

instinctual not manual,

and think about who you think about

when you listen to music.