can you hear it?

here i am.

in a white room with four walls...

and i'm scrawling with all of my might

covering every inch with everything that i am

and with everything i can find.

the ink is the blood

blood is the ink.

i'm searching the dictionaries

exhausting the concordances

red-lining the engines

studying the history books

pouring over the greatest poets

in the tongues of men and of angels

fingers fumbling over the keys

chord after chord

inversion after inversion

translation after translation

to explain the depth of sorrow

to explain the measures of my love

to give rhymes and reasons

to throw open the windows on our story

to let the sun warm us again

to hear the ocean roaring freedom

to make you hear my heart sing

to turn your heart back...

crying out till my lungs are sore

releasing all i have and more

to awaken the dawn with all of its hope

to light the stars

to remind you...

can you hear it?

all just to make you feel my love.