music

take the music away — i'm not sure if i'll survive
until now, noone did, for the heartbeat is also music
when the humans appeared, the cosmos was going live
with those podcasts that streamed songs of lullabies, love and losing

take the music away — and i promise, i'll go insane
songs that fill up my holes are the only existing savior
while we pity ourselves, while we never do stop complain,
play the music that makes you endurable, stronger, braver

while the world's going crazy with small talks and hiding dreams,
first of all, from themselves, then from every related human,
there's a special place in your head tailor-made, it seems,
for your infinite what ifs and maybes and just assumings

then you nervously bang on a table, impatient, dumb
with your fear: that's rhythm of loneliness, longing, grieving,
that's the tune of your «mama, just look at what i've become»,
that's your own composition on difficulties of leaving

take the music away — and i swear, there's nothing left,
just a planet of lost and unbearable lonely creatures
pressing «pause» on your player is humankind's biggest theft,
silence's great 'till the moment you realize what it features