Kamals

If Mozart could compose a piece And memorize every note I could not know as well as he The pretty song he wrote I therefore am not worthy To perform this master piece But should I try even though My skill's among the least? I try to learn its movements But the song grows steadily harder Almost as if it wants me to stop And difficulty is it's guarder I know I cannot attain the skill Mozart had for this song But should I keep trying?  Is trying still Considered undecent and wrong? I'll keep on goign till the notes disappear Till the music is stolen away I'll step up to Mozart and be as good Through this melodic delay

i was at the airport when i tried to reach you, telling you secrets bandaged in old news papers. i guess i was expecting you to hear harder than the plastic tubes and upsurge onto the first flight out here, with a plaster and a blue flashing light. i could not explain how i died there on the terminal floor, with three men with guns not-looking and a child running by. this is what heartbreak is, i thought -- a lack of oxygen, the force of gravity, loss of bone mass, a cot death, a bulldozer, an assassination, a loss of faith, brain cancer and three-day seconds where the world floats by with knives in its eyes because nobody see