Young Writers Society

"You sound like the music," I screamed,
"So loud I can hear the conductor
trip on a note and swallow a fly.
Taste it with your tongue,
you are the music, you are the sound,
too loud, too brave, too strong"
And I fell on the stereo.

Forever Threnody wrote:

That night thatnot really necessary the music played
I turned to you so I could 'to' could fit nicely insteadsay,
"You sound like the music
I can only hear the drums
and that shrieking horn
that cleans my ears
and leaves them red and raw."

You never even wasted time unless you were trying to extend the length of the sentence, this wasn't really necessarymeteting my eyes.
"Your best friends plays the drums."
No, she is the drums.
"Your best friend plays the horn.z"
No, she tasted like brass
but sounds lighter than that.
You shrug and turn the music louder.

"You sound like the music," I screamed,
"So loud I can hear the conductor
trip on a note and swallow a fly.
Taste it with your tongue,
you are the music, you are the sound,
too loud, too brave, too strong"
And I fell on the stereo.

The music playing now is quiet,
so quiet you can't hear a thing
but a trumpet solo and a cymbal crash
(cymbals dropped by your best friend)
Meet my eyes now and I am lost in the silence
Meet my eyes now and I sound like the music
so loud, so brave, so strong.