Can You Hear Me...

Written by watersmagoo on July 10, 2009

She walks and walks till she cant go on....falling to the ground where she belongs.
She is on stage.....under the light, darkness infront she belts out her song.
Opening her mouth, nothing ever comes out. She keeps it locked there for fear and doubt.
Who wants to hear me anyway?........close the curtain, so I can bow and walk out.

STOP......put back on the light. I want to shine....will you see me, can you hear me?

Is this stage mine.....

My hand grips the microphone of life. Held tight in my hand, my fingertips white.
The words dont flow, I dont let it out.....my tongue is dry and I choke.
I squint my eyes into the distant haze. The thoughts roaming in my head. People calling my name.

And with my hand down by my side......I sing my song......

Dont speak.....dont tell me your reasons......because they hurt.
I move closer to the mic, lips pressed against it. Soothing to touch, I close my eyes take a breathe...and let go....

Oh Darling why do you do this to yourself....
You know I love you, but its killing me now.
As I sit here in the dark, your sleeping. Hush now.
The fan blows whispers of emotional taunt. Where did you go?

I remember the days watching MTV
Holding the remote and dancing care free.
We used to be so embarrassed when someone would catch us.
Those days are gone. Without a moments regret, or an utter of fuss.

On darkened days I lift sand in my hands.
And let it go above my head.
I feel the granules catch on my lips.
Will it take away the demons I possess.

I lift the microphone off the stand.
In my shaky grasp I fall down.
This is the ballard of my sweet ode.
One arm in the air, as I scream out your name.

Where did you go?...............I whisper....my friend.

In tales of despair I reach into the air....
My hand splayed open under the light.
My head bowed down.....stuttering...im not gonna fight.

.......whispering.....you were always there.

Dont close my eyes, dont do it again....
I wont let them fall.......down to my feet.
This is my ode.....Can you hear me?
I dont want to sing into this mic no more.....

Let me get up and walk.....im sick of speaking.
Talking to a wall, it rebounds the sound.
Its defeaning, ringing in my ears.
Brings my hands to my cheeks.....dragging my fingers down my face.

Covering my mouth and pulling down my mask
I blow a kiss to my past and let the future take over.
Self control flows through my veins and feeds my body.
I begin to move........emotion, expression in my dance.

The dance of silent death........hush....dont speak.......

Im still here sitting in the dark...
Wishing nothing but the best for you......
Dancing thoughts of finding your cure, are without reach...
The choice is yours.....so choose.

And with a kick of my foot in the dark.
The bottle falls over.....
Who can see in the here anyway.....

Give me back the microphone......and turn on the spotlight.

Much Love,

Waters Magoo xo