No. 17 - Dust vs. Me

Like soot to a fireplace

Dust soon takes its place

Upon the books on my shelf

So too upon my brow

Clock work thinking

Missed life’s meaning

Scrolling past youth’s wealth

But there it shall not stay

For when I break the binding, flip the page

Up the dust will fly unseen

And settle on my keyboard’s keys

So too upon my heart

Silence heaving

Unfelt feelings

Torn a part by lack of art

But black and white will not turn gray

For when I sing and play

I will make the quiet listen

While dust will do what dust does best

Forced to rest upon my desk

Page for blanking

No waste erasing

What has not come to be—

That is till now

For writing down

Has claimed my victory