Everything is broken now.
Everything is whole.
Everyone is wondering
How to heal their soul.
Nothingness is calling me
into rooms without a view.
No one here is willing to
be here before they’re due.
No one’s happy.
No one’s sad.
The music here is pretty bad.
Until you came and sang
your song.
Until I saw both right
and wrong.
No one’s happy.
No one’s sad.
The music here is pretty bad.
And then I rose to where you are.
And saw you singing on a star.
The music here is now sublime.
I think we slipped the ropes of time.
Vicki Woodyard
Grandes melodias. Gracias.