This poem was inspired by some of my favorite beautiful music, including the subject title “How It Ends” by DeVotchKa.
A Place Inside
The chords feel like home
Melodic sequences sweep through a place never touched
Soften the rough edges
Break down formidable barriers
Who knew I lived there?
Underneath a crusted mask all along
Perhaps I felt its itch from time to time
But I thought it the price to pay
But here –
Here I am
Soft and supple beneath the shell
Bounding through vast terrain without inhibition
Can you follow me there?
Or do you prefer the shell?