unsung

sounds will not suffice to say 

how much it is we swim

in melodies of blue and gray

dancing on a whim

silently, we know no chords

but silence knows us better

anxious for what is stored

beneath this quiet tremor 

words have failed us many times

but harmonies prevail 

in a sea of crisp white noise
electric rhymes set sail 

what is an & sir?

what is an & sir?
would you dare say
is it the way home sir?
or is it where I stay?

what is an & sir?
would you ever claim
that it brings us together sir?
or will it make us stray?

what is an & sir?
is it more-or-less?
is it a sound argument sir?
or is it truth-less?

you want an & sir?
are you looking for it here?
I'm sorry sir- I don't have the answer
I don't have it my dear.