She's got a way with words
Leaving me still tongue tied and terrified
I'm sweating bullets beneath this fabric
Praying she doesn't notice
I'm still helpless to pull the trigger
I want so badly to kiss her
She is my muse
My Aphrodite, she is beauty
She is the beginning of a thousand poems
The end of a million songs
Sometimes she touches me gently
Other days she lays me open, deeper than a scalpel
But it all comes around to the same thing
My heart spilling out of my chest, for the world to see
She is joyful singing
And there are moments where she is pain
Pain I thought I'd locked far away
She is that spark that sets my passion blazing
And when she burns, there's no hope of stopping her
She is the music every raindrop beats out in my head
The warmth in a lonely bed
She is everything to me, and nothing at all
Because I can't hold her in my arms
I can't make her stay when I'm afraid
She is inspiration
And I throw her on like a t-shirt
Wearing her around as I please
She has no name
She is simply these lines inside of me
Poet Douglas Kearney and composer/producer/drummer Val Jeanty link up for a a compelling LP that feels like the written word come to life. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2021