Father forgive them for they know not what they do
My earthly father, my pappy how can I forgive you
For all the time lost, for all memories which will never be remembered
Our faces, our voices, our walks are the same yet our spirits which bring life to the superficial clash like an out of tune trumpet playing amongst the many
We can never make music because we are not on the same accord. Disharmony is what is heard.
You pluck your cord harder then mine...the vibrations of sound tower over
Who can bearly hear my precious note.
A note that has been sharp and vibrant but now is flat and melancholy.
I want us to make music. To hear the depth of your voice say "I love you son." It would reverb like a beautiful italian aria
That would surely pull my heart strings
Releasing an energy greater than a diva singing the last note of a power ballad
Even though you continue to leave me solo...I will always be there waiting to play a duet with you.
To play a duet with the man who from his seed I rose
And one day you will accept and we will make a fusion of sound so eloquent so unique...it will be unheard of
but for now...there is silence
2 comments:
This is sad, creative, and beautiful all at the same time...my idea of a great piece, something that can make u feel so many different things all at once. You should show this one to your "pappy"..just ask him to read it and ask him to tell you what he think it means... this is powerful.
Even if he doesnt want to tell you the meaning, just have him read it..he needs to know how you feel.
Thank you soph...for that comment
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