Paste

In such an awkward phase
The music disappears and
Try as I might
The words just never show

Beats...and melodies are silence
Like a pin drop in hell
Or a fire on the stream

Clouded but content to listen
My head once aching can breathe
And it does
Like an angel bleeding out my ears
With the trumpets of Heaven

"Once more and you're ousted!"
Screamed the bitter, angry judge
Of course I'd known it all the time
My plain white envelope remains

But tarnished old utensils
Won't prepare us for the feast
And these fair sonnet singing harletts
Will gock with discomfort and make us in tune