This Lyric is #120

The Notes He Didn't Play
© 2005 Clay Hotchkiss

Started out the day
A casual mess.
Then I found some words to say...
and some notes that I could play.

Spoon-fed my way
Observing the rest
Reflecting imperfections in this mess,
I do my best.

Shifted the focus with his will...
mimed out the bar chords, then sat still.
Trying hard not to fly away,
He sat still with the notes that he didn't play.

In the middle of the day,
My mind began to roam
With the color of the sounds
And the sound of light
And the pattern of the groove makin'
syrup in the stone
And the lines in my hand
were blending into the tone
... and the tune whistled through me

Winding down the day
I knew I did my best;
but my best just was'nt good enough;
I failed the test.

A single note remained...
alone and afraid;
hangin out there upon the scale,
never to be played.

[This message has been edited by Kaley Willow (edited 06-08-2006).]