Winter Words, in Soundless Ears

I write love letters that you will never read 

I scrawl words you cannot feel. 

Displaced and ancient. 

I tear out my voice again 

Spreading notes for endless hours 

Making poetry that never flowers. 

Carving hearts into husks. 

Peeling back the oak from my wants 

An echo away from memory, 

Sinking into the sofa held dreams of not living... 

Emptiness is a lie. 

For music burns inside, 

Missing home: stage & mic 

Surrounded by all inside, leering with watchful eyes. 

We explode into a pantheon of rhythm 

Controlling the flow of the ever-moving wind. 

Blurred and hidden, 

A star screams with this sentence: 

"Death by Music! Take No Prisoners!" 

Crashing gallows by ghastly pen, 

With winter words in soundless ears.