Somewhere But Notewhere

Close my eyes and hear music play.

I’m a walking jukebox they say.

Crack a smile while you speak—

But hardly listening.

Swaying to the tunes playing

Rent free in my head.

I love it here.

Here I feel sound.

I just want to drown— everything out.

In here, I can touch the notes.

Never have to worry about getting the votes

Of people who will never understand the

Way music flows deeper than their

thoughts.

I’ll stay here and press replay until it’s time

to say goodnight.

Wait—

Cause even in my dreams it’s a symphony.

Here is like home.

If I have music, I’m never alone.