How can i keep my soul in me, so that
It dosen’t touch your soul?
How can i raise it high enough, past you,
to other things?
I would like to Shelter it, among remote.
Lost objects, in some dark and silent place
That dosent resonate when your depths resound.
Yet everything that touches us, me and you,
takes us together like a violin`s
bow,
which draws *one* voice out of two seperate strings
Upon what instrument are we two spanned?
And what musician holds us in his hand?
Oh sweetest song..
It dosen’t touch your soul?
How can i raise it high enough, past you,
to other things?
I would like to Shelter it, among remote.
Lost objects, in some dark and silent place
That dosent resonate when your depths resound.
Yet everything that touches us, me and you,
takes us together like a violin`s
bow,
which draws *one* voice out of two seperate strings
Upon what instrument are we two spanned?
And what musician holds us in his hand?
Oh sweetest song..
