Come back to me.
I wander in darkness and silence,
With no music to keep my stride.
Deafened chaos robs me of sense,
Panicked confusion steals my pride.
There is no focus to focus,
No point to point.
The world is pillaged of locus,
Left grey, melancholic, and disjoint.
Come back to me.
Where is my heart’s harmony?
Where is my soul’s wavelength?
Free me from this monotony,
Giving meaning to my aimless strength.
I shield my tortured ears
As the machine grinds and squeals.
I hope through my shaking tears
That oblivion will not be revealed.
Come back to me.
All is deathly quiet now.
The world has become insensate.
My blessed music, where art thou?
It is already too late.
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