For those who are used to receiving my typical posts, you will find something different in this poetry post. This is a poem that is a part of a Poetry collection that comes from a time of my searching days
Missing the Music
The writing has all been written
the problem is I cannot use it,
the theme of the song is clear
I just cannot play the music.
Notes are playing in my head
but they’re too scrambled for me,
all sounds confused and messed up,
no simple harmony.
It’s too frustrating for me to bear
there’s just so much I want to say,
but I just can’t get it out
the music I cannot play.
The harmony of the beauty
gently sweeps across my face,
the notes of faith and love
drift by my head in space.
I hope I soon can play
the music that’s in my head,
it’s the living with this silence
that makes my soul so dead.