Lost in the Music - this will be spoken word!

Today I got lost in the music
And I found myself
In a sea of notes
Wishing I could but quote
One of the greats

I hoped to
Invoke a single muse
But could find none of theirs
From which to choose
And then found myself at an impasse
In the form of bleeding fingers
Bleeding a love of art
A beautiful bloody start
To new creation

I let go and let myself
Believe in fabrication
Just to exercise my imagination
To embrace reality
Is to accept fatality
And maybe I’m lacking morality
To say that sometimes
The lies are better

I begged the notes
Not to leave me alone
With my lies
Knowing that any second
The music would die
And leave me to choke
On the words that
Provoked me to lie to myself
In the first place

What an empty space
This room full of silence
Making me wish
For any presence
Or at least for
Senescence
So I can forget
What I’m missing