I wish I could write music
Alas I lack the skill
Only pouring my heart out in poetry
While there's midnight time to kill
Thinking in rhyme is a helper
It eases my need to release
The pain the joy the in between
Leaves a space to create peace
Listening to inspiring music
Sipping a mighty good wine
These healing hours of calm
In solitude are all mine
Maybe this is just penance
In which I play my part
For breaking the hearts of others
The process of purifying a heart
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