Timeless Songs, My Cure

As my finger, triggers the sound My heart ululates, in intoxication Remembrance, is a gift in itself Indescribable feelings, leading me forward Being described, through each line I hear Nostalgia, a joyous feat The world's halt, is known My feet, the only moment shown Care for those who see, denied by the symphony Where profanity bears no existence A freed soul, does possess me The understanding; mutualistic Each word, mine as it is theirs My mind, so accustom that copyright is forgotten Add my own, I try Though they who brought fame, made it gold Treasures, will I never relinquish A reprieve from my pain, offered through their show Adrenaline, does it move me so Motions, are they mine to control My clothes, never asking to leave To love, a possibility told once more As they speak of great loss Findings do resonate, in my being The group, one with the groove With pride they express, not chasing the background Their voices, not guised by theatrics Their arrival, a grace to my ears Excessive sales, a want at most To empathize with the listener, their only goal Their personal lives, unquestioned Hope is all I desire, from their shared experience Never met, but always a friend When others left, standing by in grief Maybe my art, unmoving to them Their art will remain timeless, to me With my pain, have they empathized A resonating nostalgia, plays through their timeless words My findings, a cure to a cause ~Keshan~