Until Further Notice...

When will I find someone to make music with? It's not about the song Though it is about the words It's not about the melody But the meaning of the vibrations and tone that it serves It doesn't have to be recognizable Or even make sense But it's pulse and liveliness should awaken the soul for the tears we've shed It could be the random sounds reenacting our time From the mundane to the extraordinaire As chaotic or minimal just as long as we transpire I'm searching for you Where are you voice? Please come to me I stand ready to make the choice You're all I've ever wanted And all I've ever needed Save me from my life source being depleted While my sinking soul remains defeated With each day I live I feel more of the amnesia Help me sing into existence and out of this trail of forgotten languages.