Self-Portrait

Now, listen.

Because I've listened to you,

your voice, your words

and the music behind them.

And all of it sinks in

and weighs me down,

finds my heart,

and breaks it down,

breaks it open,

and empties it out,

tries to fill it back up,

but it just spills out

again into

my whole body

is awake.

I have never felt purer pain than this,

you're in complete control of all my senses…

Now you've gotten my attention, singing

You've gotten my attention now, sing it.

I left my heart's final punch

echoing in that of the kickdrum's.

But somehow, my finger finds the button,

and the resulting music kickstarts

that vital pump.

Blood carries the beat

to my ears at the peak

of heightened sensitivity.

And I'm listening to the sound

of a different voice now;

he's pulling love out of

daring melodies,

wrenching me

from the most peaceful sleep.

The pieces come together again

and the blood just rushes back through it, singing

the blood just rushes back through me, sing it.

Don't you understand

this power in your hands?

You have made me understand

everything I am.