So much to say to you, so much to ask, so little I can do;
Love muted by circumstance.
My words to you I replay a thousand times;
Fast forward. Pause. Rewind.
This mind, a room filled with broken vinyls, which may never be heard, discarded, disregarded;
Uncertainty plagues like a whistled tune, when will I see you?
Who knows. Sold out shows.
My face drops like the bass drops when I spin what once was ours.
An aural wonderland I hear, emcees in ivory towers.
The lights go on, the music fades, there’s no one on the floor.
That was the day the rhythm died, my treble clef heart lives no more.