stream of consciousness turned poem

Music is manifestation
for your every sensation
to silently release
It's an ultimate relaxation
the pace has no option
but to cease

Someone else -
a stranger
understands
with No Commands
just singing to your pains
For your pains
your joys;
your everything.

With no more complications
you exhale.

Peace.
being alone
with my soul
It lets me be
anything
everything
nothing.

The music of my soul
sings
screams
whispers

Relax --------
Exhale -------
Inhale---------

The door opens and closes
it swings back and forth

RELAX!

Please
don't turn that bottle up
just---
just listen
talk to me
Be who you're supposed to be
Don't you here my cries?
my plea?
I can't close my eyes
anymore
what is all this for?
what is your life for?
Please
make some sense
just a little sense

You look really familiar
but I don't know you
I should know you
but I have no idea
You think you know me
but you know NOTHING

There's the singing
or, is it screaming?
I don't know
I can't tell

Oh please -sing
sing for my soul
sing for your soul
Just --- sing.