Tuneage

as the daylight blooms
and the light assumes
those quizzical shapes
left to displace
the shadows
as they're gripping the drapes
in a hollow hand
with its every texture
just a hologram
just as cold as a slaloms sand
I realize that the stars are grand
as the light etches in reflections
of a larger plan
and i display the doubts
of a startled man
while they try to glow like embers
that usually my heart would fan
but today just played a song
it wasn't long and it was of soft demand
claiming i was only wrong
because i stood where the accosted stand
and still i felt alone and felt my tomb
stretched all across the land
I turned my ears against the music
in high hopes that i could change deceit
into some other form of bread
while still I fed upon the strangest meat
the blood of which ran to the ground
and somehow had stained my feet
never seeing the stain only came
when I claimed defeat
and still the music played
but now the refrain was strangely sweet
so I enjoyed the untuned chords
and danced to it's gangly beat
and as I was searching for the words
that when heard would claim my songs complete
I realized the tuneage is my life
and the lyrics are the words I speak