Costa89

We sing to one another So that the world does not seem so quiet For knowledge that we are not alone Trudging through the awkwardness We sing to one another To test our voices, try our limits In subtle consensus, attempting to harmonize All of the varying, changing, different voices We sing to one another To find some logic in what we sense Locating the hidden part of us Which believes what we feel is not meaningless We sing to one another Passing the time without being passed As some ant of insignificance, Stumbling, lost, in an unknown valley We sing to one another Because we cannot find Any sufficient words To sum up our

Each voice is a Different color, A vibrant thread In a rich tapestry. They weave together, In tangled, Endless patterns. Greenish-gold and Reddish-brown, Purples, Yellows, Even a vibrant, Overbearing magenta. I have to focus If I want to see anything At all. The music in my hands Crinkles, sending Yellowed-plastic streaks Up into the air. They weather and fade, Disappearing. I won't miss them. The music vibrates Inside my chest, Against my stomach, Around my eyes. Blues and browns, A pale orange, Deep brown, Almost a black. And then it ends, A blinding, empty Clarity.