A Song

The clock struck midnight and

i felt Music bursting through my skull

It pounded at the walls of my cranium

Begging to be free of its prison

It wanted to live with me

It wanted to live amongst the mortals

To feel timely

I cried; I wanted to live amongst the melodies

I wanted to feel nonperishable

To live in that vast ocean that knew no boundaries

I was stifled in my own head

Prisoner to my own unconsciousness

Putting things in a body is easy

A scarecrow stuffed with hay, with bugs and decay, with soil and maggots

The brain too sharp

Too obsessed with its own existence

A malfunction in basic coding

In the basic stuffing of the scarecrow

Removing presents a mountain

Rip into the stitches

Go on

Unravel the stuffing like tule of a tutu

Dead, dead, dead

Facing an invasion of crows now

The music unwinding from my gyri

Doing pirouettes and crashing hard

Never breaking

Always playing

Rip into my skin

Go on.

Puncture my skull

And see the songs for yourself

See how they dance and spin and mourn and rejoice

I’ve never known silence

Please excavate my mind

So I can finally be

Alive

I screamed

I screamed and screamed and screamed

But made no sound

No air would pass my lips

I am a tree

Tumbling towards the forest floor

With no one to halt my fall

No one to witness my demise