Lonely Music

L aying down on a porch full of dreams, O n a land full of hope, N eed to get on my grind. E mpty cabinets, L onely pots and pans. Y ellow dust caving the counter. M elodies humming softly in my mind on their own. U sing my head for a place to escape, finally! S howing me how to be free. I mold them, but still, they are alone. C limbing on the back of a beat just to get away. F lowing on the minds of this street is the dream. L oud pops quiet me. O nly at night will they come looking for me. W aving through air. S eeping through the music. Piercing through. This Melody. These thoughts This music. If only others could see.