Tag: tommy_orange

There’s nothing I can do for you.
I don’t know what that was.
But there was no dream.
So you had it coming, in a way.
You’re both and neither.
Out of nowhere.
The hard part was singing.
Keeping time wasn’t hard for you.
That was the sound of pain.
Old songs that sang to the old sadness you always kept as close as skin.
No one wants to talk to the guy cleaning up.
Sadness came in the quiet of the street.
But inside every kind of sound lurked a sadness.
The world was made of sound.
Everything could be drumming.
You were finding out that everything made a sound.