Help stop the music
Turn off the rhythm of the mind.
The pulse that keeps beating.
Dim the sound of the notes.
The dots the lines the hearing.
Quiet the chords.
The unity that keeps on breaking.
Why keeps breaking?
Why not stops?
Hush the harmonies.
The fragile that is strengthening.
Freeze the dancers.
The movement when words are lacking.
Take speech from the actors.
The text that does the entertaining.
Rip the taps off the shoes.
The noise that keeps repeating.
Shred the costumes.
The assumed that is assuming.
Burn the mask.
Fire smoke breathing suffocating
The shield that does the hiding.
Cry the mascara away.
Light shut close wet tearing
The false that keeps persisting.
Tear the set piece by piece.
The world that is crumbling.
Let the curtain fall down down down.
To cover what is now missing.
Cut the strings of my heart
Disconnect me from the puppeteer
Crinkle up the symbols on the chart
Those mean nothing to us here
My hands fall limp so as not to touch.
My throat be slit so as not to sing.
My lips bleed so as not to say much.
My feet bruise so as not to stand.
Maybe then it shall not sting.
Maybe then they’ll understand
Maybe then I shall feel nothing-
Which is better than everything
The pulse beats.
The heart beats.
The pulse stops.
The heart stops.
They can hear you.
You can hear them.
Nothing is heard