Baby Blue

Oh music
How I wish I could be you
And not

Me

Because you make sense

All things
As instruments
To measure ourselves

Breath giving life to woodwinds
Fingers dancing on strings
A living prayer
A living weakness

The ether
Took her baby blues
Right out from my skull

And how the years would hide her
From me

Those baby blues
Would surface from a mirror

I am affraid of doubt
And the ideas
Idle thoughts become

Even if
They're only in my mind

It says something
For my mental state I'm sure

There is too much contempt
In me

And
There is no music