That Wail

The last few months have been a long story, filled with sighs.

I spend time with my Harmonica, but we have yet to click as we do in my dreams.
I want to hear my dark thoughts and fleeting emotions out loud, in a cry to nobody.
The wail and roll

I want to feel my lungs aching for air, as the last notes of a long conversation with myself fade.

I want the pain of all this loneliness to echo from within, and echo from without

I crave to express myself without the need for words.
They just don't do it anymore.

I need to feel the vibrations of the air, filled with the silent screams I feel when time stands still.

What I need most though, is a simple dark evening.
Me and my reed.
And the memories that always come flooding when I am quiet and still.
oh, the memories.

They shall fuel my music
That would be enough.

To be happy with what my pain has wrought.
To listen to my own mind at work.
Even if nobody else ever hears it.