TangibilityDENIED.?

Reach within my staff as the truth become the words we play by.
Following every note, like U-2 spies that once flew by. Me && you the harmonic exit
We make, shattering every window as we approach the chance we must make.
Exhausting all that is possible. Avoiding the improbable. How to confide in one we never see as tangible.
Within my vision I see none, but my senses tell me some. Acting as if they are invisible hiding amongst the sun. blind spots I fear the most, for my spectacles cannot boast. 20.20 vision is not honored here.
Somewhere else I must coast. Running from what is not there, for it is not seen, so is it not felt within the air? A question that cant be answered before one has learned, tis not fair. Books open but not speaking leaves a blind one miserable in a world where seeing is believing. Never can one learn if theyre eyes are hidden . Vulnerability is required to unmask what is given. Seen nor heard, a blind one may never learn for he may be too distracted by what seems to be his verb. To run,play,be jolly as you may. Distraction distraction, wondering how it can lead to such an infraction. How much can one take. Before one must break . Or is breaking our excuse for the handicapp we have made. Excuse excuse , seems to be the most popular use. The mouth becomes exhausted never able to be quiet. While the eyes search frantically for what seems to be the riot. Commodity of what is real, tangible, and attainable. For not everything that can be seen can be managable. The lost one does not realize his frantic search for tangibility leads him to anxieties that are themselves not able to achieve tangibility. Ahh he must stop his search . Look up . Dismay and all. because what he thought may rise. Will simply just fall.

TrebleCleff.

Music In my heart.Heart in my hand. We intertwine rhythms;That's just how we hold hands.the notes she plays play in my soul;they warm me when I'm cold.i play in the snow with no sweater;I get chills from her voice.I'm used to that kind of weather.I'm her treble;she's my bass clef.imagine the music we made when our hearts met.beat after beat.listen to our melody.lalalala;yeah I know.pure serenity.chemistry from our serenity would make u think that she's a deity.goddess of my staff;and conductor of that prettie liddo thing that's made of wood & strings.when I wanna hear a song.no need for the radio.I hold her hand and just let the music flow.tightly she squeezes on the heart in my hand.increasing our tempo;like a strong wind atop of sand.climax of this chorus.the rhythm simmers down.she walked away to my melody.I tried to speak;she turned around.she held my beat.and stole my sound.sung my song with just one note.it sounded familiar.so I listened close.my hearts' beat echoed from this womans' soul.I stood in silence as I held onto her hand.intertwined with her rhythm.she had me in a trance.for I could not let go.she sung my soul.put me on her bass cleff.and let our heartsbeatsflow. <3