Someday

Somewhere on the C-scale’s edge
I found a little song.
I ran my hands beneath the strings
and held it all night long.

I didn’t know what it was called
or how it came to be,
but I fell in love with it
and took it home with me.

Someday when your world seems dark
and your heart is feeling blue,
I’ll bring along my little song
and you can hold it too.

Near the end of a black felt tip
I found a strand of ink.
I traced along its lines and curves
and freed myself to think.

I had no idea how it began
or where it all would lead,
but I pressed along the corners
and found a patch of seeds.

Someday when your mind’s confused
and you’re feeling all alone,
I’ll share some of those seeds with you
and you can grow your own.

Somewhere from a keyboard far
I heard a story call.
I cupped my ears and strained my neck
so I could hear it all.

I pressed a switch inside my head
and captured all the words.
I took the tape and brought it home
to play back what I heard.

Someday when you’re feeling lost
and you’re sure that you are through,
I’ll come by and we’ll have tea
as I play it back for you.

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