Over and Over and Over and Over

By James Peter

How could I imagine anything else,

When it's the darkness behind my eyelids.

It's the wonder and desire I tasted in the air during my first love.

How could I ever see it another way,

When it won’t let me.

How could I go anywhere else, when everywhere I go, the music follows.

The stillness in my fingers is only treated by the soft embrace of an instrument.

"But what if you fall? How will you live?"

I've already lived, a thousand times over again, through a medium that could never be destroyed.

The proof all lingers in my hair.

The aggressive passion born from the doubts and fears of a future

it smells of cigarettes and lavender.

It lingers in my hair.