the music is still in mute
as the pictures play on mindlessly
The eyes are still closed
as the painter goes on frantically
the body is still stagnant
as the soul searches aimlessly
my arms are still bound
as you reach for me earnestly
I am scared of music
I am afraid it will be too loud
or that I might not be able to hear at all
I don't look at paintings
their meaning I might not comprehend
Or that I might comprehend too much
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