Self-Portrait

Now, listen.
Because I've listened to you,
your voice, your words
and the music behind them.
And all of it sinks in
and weighs me down,
finds my heart,
and breaks it down,
breaks it open,
and empties it out,
tries to fill it back up,
but it just spills out
again into

my whole body
is awake.
I have never felt purer pain than this,
you're in complete control of all my senses…
Now you've gotten my attention, singing
You've gotten my attention now, sing it.

I left my heart's final punch
echoing in that of the kickdrum's.
But somehow, my finger finds the button,
and the resulting music kickstarts
that vital pump.
Blood carries the beat
to my ears at the peak
of heightened sensitivity.
And I'm listening to the sound
of a different voice now;

he's pulling love out of
daring melodies,
wrenching me
from the most peaceful sleep.
The pieces come together again
and the blood just rushes back through it, singing
the blood just rushes back through me, sing it.

Don't you understand
this power in your hands?
You have made me understand
everything I am.