I am leaving the <br />Odd notes behind <br />Jumping from <br />One chord to another <br />Collecting the shards of <br />The existence <br />That is out of tune <br />Completely <br />Sans Rhythm <br />Sans music <br />Have I turned into a Snail? <br />Creeping in the forgotten <br />Alley of the time <br />Trying to move back into the shell <br />Wait! <br />But Snails <br />Don’t follow musical notes <br />Snails don’t cry <br />It seems to be the high time <br />That I start behaving like a snail <br />Properly <br />I must stop <br />Reveling in the spell <br />Of the exotic, virgin melodies <br />That can pour colour in my veins.<br /><br />Geti Ara<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/odd-notes/
