Hallways/Choices

Hallways:
   one this way,
   one that way.
Criss-crossing
and interlaced.
Stops all along the way
   to your destination.
Melodies floating down each hall,
   sending their own message.

Choices:
   all intricately woven together,
   presented through the music.
All songs so similar,
yet vastly different.
Each note, every key-
   a personal communication to the soul.

To the right?
To the left?
   Or the middle?

Where will you go?
Or rather, where will your journey take you?

Words

Seemingly easy things,
   yet difficult to articulate.
Always on the tip,
   never quite reaching:
   drowning in them.
Caught in a never ending whirlwind,
   all pushing and shoving to
   come out in a tangled mess.
Lashing out,
   whipping about people's heads.
A pile of torn rags
   once grand and colorful,
   now confused and battered.
Crystal clear turned muddy.
Bright turned dark.

Yet,
   Is there a golden thread I see
   within these words?

Silent Music

Mindless chattering.
The word in a tumultuous disarray,
unaware of the music around them.

Quietly,
     simply,
          sweetly,
speaking to everyone,
falling on deaf ears.

The world in a constant buzz;
the droning of a hive.
Swirling around you,
drowning the music.

Every once in a while
     a note here
          or a note there,
striking a chord in you (like a chime).

Focus closer on the notes
     slowly the world's chaos melts away,
     leaving the music to envelope you.

Only those truly listening will hear
     the music,
made silent by the world.
  
     How often do you stop and listen to the music?

Bottled

open.
close.
open.
close.
flying
or
caged.
happy
or
sad.
up
or
down.
excited
or
deflated.

no in betweens.
no half openings.
no half closings.
   always torn.

how is it possible
that we are often stuck?