Looking For a Song

 

            I feel like I’m looking for a song. No lyrics in mind, no lyrics wanted, but I won’t turn them away.

            Not angry, or stupid, or happy, or any emotion, purified into a tiny bottle labeled “extract”. Something subtle and complex, but softly vague. The melody would have its ups and downs, easing in and out as you let the last round of notes roll around your tongue before trickling up and down to parts unknown. It could be its own song, not reflecting or voicing what you feel or say. It would be a good song for any time of day, pulling you in and shutting the door behind you, “that doesn’t matter anymore”. You don’t feel a burning need to do something, or cold that slows your heart and quenches or douses your desires.

            It’s a song that could go on for longer than it does, and you wouldn’t know where to stop. It’s a song that fills your head with a story, but no desire to write it down, no need. And when it’s over you don’t need to hear it again, not yet.

 

            But afterwards, all those words will come out, not made because of the song, but unleashed by it, like an angry hoard.