part one

[SillyGreenMeep]

I've been living day to day,
only waiting to play late at night
with a friend from across the hall
in a drafty stairway,
where chalk covers the walls
we sit and trade
sound for sound
escaping our souls
telling each other stories without words
sharing each others sorrow, anger, and joy
through harmony as best we can...
with limited ability.
Its all beautiful jsut the same.
The best therapy I've encountered:
when i feel the need for arms to hold me
I hold my own guitar
I can't change the way things are.
But I can slow down my mind
and react more slowly
with reason and honesty
over feeling.

[SillyGreenMeep]

part two: Last night a third sould joined our party,
drifting back adn forth
out of view from my position on the stairs
as if he was scared for me to see him
I heard him play: he decided to stay
until early in the morning.
he would not play his own songs for me
embarrased by his ability? no.
just afraid to share a piece unfinished
I have felt the same way before.
I went back to my room, and he followed.
Only a week ago we were not speaking
in more than "hello"'s
and now he peeks his head into my room every night
Like some light shifted and I'm seen differently
He used to talk down to me
Maybe I've evolved.
He chooses my company over everyone ont he floor
and i leave my door open.
This is strange to me.
He stayed until four, sharing ideas and music, nothing more.

[SillyGreenMeep]

part three:

Another shift in my world,
David peeks his head in my door and blows me a kiss
he asks "why don't we hang out more?"
I can hear megan and Kylee shouting my name
beckoning me to join them.
who are these people, who am i?
When did i become a popular one?
When did I make friends?
Real ones this time, I'm scared to come home:
to be alone.
I guess I'll spend more time with my guitar
and try to forget that you are only 40 miles away
not far. I only want to interrupt my own life from this point on
unless I'm called upon
I love you
that's how I've been. How are you?