i am sound

it seems i've come full circle
it seems i've traded in

never to be heard guitarsongs
for lullabies of laundry machines
white sapphires for ruby candy
diamond rings for pigurines

picasso for more picasso
pretty bags for ink and penciled pads
happy to be sad songs
for gasp God i'm happy silent hands

it seems i've come full circle
it seems i am as i began

there was to be
no self-redemption
no perfection
in a melancholy melody

what there was
that which was
was sound
is sound
i am sound
and You are the song