Elucidating Questions

I keep hearing the drums never seeing

Thinking it’s the beginning but it’s already over

A blip on the radar throwing out the notes as if they came from no where

Nothing

How I miss you when you’re not

But when you are all I hear is

Like a piece torn from my soul

There’s a hole there’s a hole

How is it that it became so different

What piece were we?

How is it gone now?

And straight on till morning

They really are each a masterpiece to their own

Just listening just listening

I know the words but even without every song is a story about

From beginning to end and every string in between

Flowing in a river come alive by the notes

Hearing them bubbling below the surface and then

Like a rush to the surface the longing still fights wishing for

One more something

Just one more