Play

Play, play,

Play the keys
The rhythms that bleeds
Open heart and be,
Split reality
Compress the flesh
Expand the soul,
Body to thresh,
Feel the notes
Embracing
Warming,
Filling the empty
Melting the cold,
The frigid, be bold.

Play, play,

The strings
Be free
Be not tied to lanes of agony,
Nor strum to feel numb
Be not in ransom to the system,
But be vast in breath
In vision and love,
For it all dwindles to death.

Play, Play,

Let the beats express
Hold steady not break
Profess,
Hear, the tones of grace
Space, flowing with allure
An artistry of spirit, confess.

Play, play,

The tempos that speak
That still the heart though weak,
That calm the anxieties
The troubles into budding prairies.

Play, play

As if before an audience
Let voice be choir
An innocence,
Hymns be generous
A transference,
Hide not what lies beneath
What ails what lifts,
Be, of emergence.

Play, play

For these tunes be gift,
These rhythms be glory
These tempos be nutritious
These melodies be compassion.
These instruments be communion
And these sounds be severance
From pollutants, to substance.

Play. play.

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Just a man beneath the thumbprint of God. A man wandering like any other, wondering what will come of him.(Instagram @poemjunkybiffle)

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Micah Biffle

Micah Biffle

Just a man beneath the thumbprint of God. A man wandering like any other, wondering what will come of him.(Instagram @poemjunkybiffle)