Take the strings from your guitar
place your fingers on the fret
strum hard like it means something
play the songs you won’t forget.
Stopper up your saxophone
steal the clapper from your bell
sing the things you cannot sing,
tell the tales you’ll never tell.
Place your sticks above your drum
beat a rhythm on the air
dance while motionless in space—
you are home and never there.
I am not super fond of the last two lines, nor the first two of the second stanza, but I'm putting this up anyways because it's an exciting and rare beast--something that has been unfinished for some time, which I managed to pick up and complete.
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