| I've got the message,
it's the words i forget.
Im the electric buzz,
of a muted TV set.
Search thru static,
for words unspoken.
Im the radio,
who's antennae was broken.
Crumpled into a ball,
and
tossed under your bed.
Im the paper,
of a poem misread.
Listen closely,
and
I hope you find.
We can be the music,
that you don't rewind. | |
