You are my best friend. My audio companion.

Alone, I am mute.

A continuous rythm sways me, rocks me,

controls me. But above all, helps me.

I have a voice now.


You leave me, its time to part.

The left falling to my side, the right still hoping for some connection.

But all thats left is silence.

I drown in a sea of dumb, loosing my self, loosing everything.

I am dead to the world.


They ask me questions, questions, questions,

with no answer.

I have been made a ghost of living, notes swimming around me in unison.


The End

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