If a man were made of music

Waking shook and shattered
Nightmares still held dear

I reached from my coffee and of course the cigarettes were near.

I stumbled back into this life, again I did confess.  

I need music in my life hitting my playlist I sigh and digress.

The other side of my bed hasn't always been empty.
I've been partnered a time or two or three.

Wondering as I come back to this playing ground
What if my man was made of music and that of sound?

The vision I see is gorgeous in my head.  He would be huge and daring and a pioneer made of that all would want to wed.

His voice would be obscure.  You would always know he's him.   The language of lyric he had lying within.

Adorned with colors of the rainbow he would wear.  To the point you could hear it in his lyrical hair.

Always knowing my mood so therefore what to say.

His touch is quite unknown.  Fervently I ache this part the most!

I've wondered it be Bach or Hendrix or Presley.  I pray the day he is not a ghost.

Until then I ponder and digress.   Fixating of music of all genres cause anyways I am a healing mess.

Maybe he is many or even but a few .....
I wish he was one and be mine

I bid you now adieu <3