The Musical Voice

The orchestral hum has only begun
But the creaking and leaking of notes is what’s effecting
So melancholy, so mellow, so magnificilently unmolested
By superficiality
Or so it seems
Sometimes
It appears that the only way to feel
Security is to let go of everything that makes you feel safe
And the drums are pounding machines
And the lack of vocals creates a voice of it’s own
And the guitar mourns in a broken fashion
And the bass mumbles eloquence that drives the collapsing emotions
And the violin soars overhead commanded a tone of epic loss that is nearly incomprehensible