produced by taylor kind and eric mattson
violin by dan cimo
I wrote less poetry when we were together.
I guess I didn't see a reason to sift through the perfection
I didn't need to pick apart the pieces to find some hidden message
There was nothing that needed to be questioned.
Instead all it called for was a single string of a violin,
2 notes from a piano key,
Or 3 words, either I love you or I am happy
And that was all 4 what it had to be.
But poetry doesn't dance well with serendipity
It's rigid, unimaginative, and it dances like its feet are tied up
It wishes for a partner whose pitfalls are as exaggerated as its triumphs
Who dances like the earth will crumble the second it stands still
Who shines like gold but also rusts like metal left in a landfill
Poetry never held the hand of our simplicity
But I never asked it to
Instead, my mind kept drafting a poem for when you'd break my heart
It was like I was building some sort of lifeboat that I'd cling to when your hurricane came in
It was like I was practicing my dance moves with my pen between the pages,
But I didn't want to have to get on stage to say this, when you lay the foundation for this poem
You didn't leave anything out
See I found the meaning right away,
I found the rhythm with every second that we shared.
I found the balance with the weight of how much I care
And now the world unfolds like a poem that I haven't finished
I wake up with a sonnet in my fingertips
I walk like there's a haiku in every step
I talk like that single string of a violin has multiplied into a symphony
My thoughts consist of memories linked to metaphors that slip out like your smile lets loose a simile
I'm emptying everything that you give to me
And there is so much for me to sift through
See I could write a ballad for how you use to sing in the car with your hand out the window
I could write a eulogy as I watch what we used to be slip away when the wind blows
And I realized
That my poetry used to be frozen because you were the most beautiful poem that I had
It was not mine to write out, but I only wanted to quote it
With this battlefield of emotion, my heart is exposed like a brutally honest poem
And there is so much that we left unspoken
This was supposed to be a poet's dream
You broke the rope from around my feet
And my poetry was ready to dance
So my mind pushed back the curtains...
My notebook called to me like an empty stage
My pen started tapping
My heart did not know what I could say.
So I started with three words.
I don't remember which, it was either I love you or I am happy
I waited for a single string of a violin
I listened for two notes from a piano key to match the three words
I just want love to be happy
But poetry doesn't work like that
So I will not go and break this stance
Poetry.. I do not want to dance.