I heard your voice. It’s beautiful, like honey on the eardrums

As the flutes and pipers play and frolic while the guitar strums

I’m taken from my empty home into imagination

Just like a train, each stop I make drops me into a new station

From grinding metal, songs of praise, and trumpets blaring loud

To zipping lines from rappers’ mouths and rockers in a crowd

But searching for you in the mass of music in this place

Is tricky, thoughts and memories don’t even give a face

To you, the one I lost so long ago when we still played

We thought we would remain together, but only music stayed

And then it all goes quiet for the playlist’s at its end

It’s time to hit the rewind key. The music starts again.

– theresurreccionofkevin



O tired, tiny ember!

Gray and old and cold

What gentle breeze will blow

What whispered breaths shall speak

To set your tired heart ablaze

Again, in glory, burn!

– theresurreccionofkevin