In the Night

music

 

Content

 

To Remember

 

The noise,

I don’t need more

But I am content

 

If it gets too loud inside

If their singing fighting dancing

I only have to spit some onto

Birth some onto

sheet of fresh wood to let a little steam away

 

I would die if they did

The points of light,

They watch

But they don’t judge

 

Other people believe

That they are judged

They must think only along certain lines

Bely what they think about the Judge

 

If it were true,

There would be no hell

 

And there is Hell

It mixes in the Night music

The fires that burns inside

That burns the throat

Blazes the fingers

 

I don’t say there isn’t belief

But if Belief found a back door to my mind

The noise would be killed

And so would I

 

In Night music I live

 

whether it plays or not I hear it

 

I am content with my mind

not so much with what others minds think of it,

But life is tangled

Complicated

 

I lay back and see a streak in the sky

I see the points watching me

Maybe protecting

Maybe Condeming

If I go mad at their hands it wouldn’t be much diffferent from now

I see the light to all sides around me.

But I like it here

Content here

With my Night music

With my own caress if I do not find another’s

With my nights music

It is composed in my head,

and played on the wind and rain

in the rush of air and the gurgle of water

 

My Night music

I would share it with who I love

Until then, I have my own night music

A lover of sound

 

A lover of my composing

any faults are in my name

Who could live with perfect?

 

My Night Music.