Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

i want to speak softly
and know the person who will stop to hear me whisper

that is the one that i want to spend time with

you?

I want to be heard

Without uttering a word

Not a whisper

Not a sound

Just heard

Really heard

If only

For

a

Moment

i want to be
with one who is
and together we'll listen

uh-huh,
and do you know what else?

i want to shout at the top of my lungs
and know the person who will stop to listen

that is another one that i want to spend time with

or maybe it's the same one

you?

if we can listen together
and shout together
without feeling lonely
or ashamed

then it's you

you

"I've never made love." she said
So matter-of-factly
"I have never made love
And before I die
I would love to."

Time swept by
And she along with it
She watched and waited
On that fast train to nowhere
Never alone, always alone

Come hither eyes
Locked behind
A solid door
Of indifference and regret
Come hither eyes blind

And looking at you
She could almost see
Something
Someone
To make love to

And the voice falls

On deaf ears

Echoes off the walls

Of an empty room

Never

to

be

heard

As soft as a breath

It falls

Listen

she thinks there is no one listening
but
there are many reasons for the quiet

say, for example

there is he
who has fallen in love with her smile
wondering, "what words will make her mine"
afraid to mis-speak - for fear of losing her
and so says nothing

there is she
wanting him totally
as much as he wants her
and she also afraid...
and so says nothing

both seeming indifferent to the other
when inside they long for the others touch

quiet, so quiet

no deaf ears here
only the silence
of two people afraid that the other
won't love them

waiting for the other
to make the first move

watching and waiting
time sweeps by

unless...

unless mousey... unless!

{{{{{hugs}}}}}
WB

And time sweeps by

Taking with it

The ash and dust

Of cremated lives

i want to be heard singing, and told that i'm in key. i want someone who hears the melody of me, who harmonizes with my high C. i want to make music, with the vibrating of our chords, the strumming of our strings, and the beating of our skins. i want to be heard in music. i want to be grooved to, i want someone who feels this bio-rhythm.

time sweeping

ash and dust

so it is
as it should be --
as long as
those lives
have been lived...
completely
that is,

out loud --

say in a
vibrating
strumming
beating
melody
harmonizing
in high C
sort of way

groovin' . . . on a Sunday afternoon

a song and dance routine
yeah! i'd like to be
a part of that, someone
to coach aand we could learn and yeah!
strut and sing, what a real gas!

zen sweeping backyard patio
dirty treez shed florita bluez
sweep leaves, take out garbage!
but with pizazz! yeah!

I want to be heard

Listening

How absurd

Listening

To be heard