I Don'T Write Music Anymore

I don't write music anymore
And I'm not dancing alone in my room
The mirror reflects nothing but still life
And the speakers simply shout static
My bed is empty and unkempt
And I no longer rock, nor roll in my chair
Still, it moves
With aid from a ghost or perhaps,
The wind
For the window is shattered
Like ear drums by blaring bass lines
So, no, I don't write music anymore
But I'm still stuck on stanzas
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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