From the Dissonance

I need far too many things,

And want at least a hundred more,

To fill up my suitcases,

And overflow out my back door.

Right now I'm stuck and seated,

With dreams way bigger than my head,

But I can't reach them; not yet,

So I will sit and think instead.

I haven't had a moment,

Since I opened my eyes today,

That slowed my quickened heartbeat,

And turned my harsh white into a grey.

I step out of the music,

And stand beside the humming throng,

To see where this will lead me,

'Cause I might as well tag along.

The drumbeat sounds so sweet now,

That I'm not waiting for a cue,

To raise my octaves higher,

Than the piano cords, subdued.

My footsteps are my rhythm,

Steady, one after the other,

It let me thinks of silence,

In a pure form, without smother.

Peace. Reconciliation.

Inner quiet if just for a beat,

Harmony in strange places,

In your head, sitting in your seat