tempo rubato kinda life

my mind speaks in accidentals
sharp where it should be natural
flat when it needs to rise
most nights I swallowed stars
just so I could piss lightnin
and split the earth open
rushin toward dawn
I’ve birthed symphonies in dive bar shadows
bled fragments of masterpieces
into empty glasses
under the spotlight of neon signs
I’ve conducted electricity thru concrete
caused the world to vibrate in perfect pitch…
every thought
every idea
cuttin crescendos thru the air
I’ve descended into scales of minor keys
devoured by what I am
and what I was
drowned in the forgotten melodies
they call them cycles
I call them compositions
but don’t they all blur the same?
I was told to find God
but my higher power lives in the damper pedal
and in the moments between notes
where silence performs
its own kinda salvation
in recovery I find myself
conductin nocturnes for the ghosts of me
maestro
madman
midnight king