Every note seems to dance in the air
seeming to tease and strain the ear
Playing at hide and seek
With the particles of sanity
Until suddenly there is a crash
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Was it thunder
or just a drum roll
Some lone drummer
long forgotten and old.
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There it is again…
the tune that refuses to be
It is deep in my subconscious
ever denying it’s own existence
from where comes this melody?
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Maybe it is I who is fading
Maybe this haunting sound
is just my life that is a passing
And I am a mute observer
buried deep inside the ground.
Mike Gatt
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