Empty notes ring upon lonely ears
Mind a sheet of paper, fresh from the press
So much potential, yet currently blank
Unused and white.
Harsh winds rip across untamed desert
We learn to be in two places at once
Identity is an illusion
We live other\'s lives daily.
Dissonance creates the best harmonies
I see angels every time I close my eyes
They beckon me to join their ranks
Yet I am stuck on the ground.
A song from among the stars is sung
Can\'t hear it\'s creator, can\'t see the notes
Colors splayed in iridescent tones across the plane of existence
Where am I now?