play me a song

i used to be the sound of dead air.

intangible to all the senses.

a colorless shape of sorts.

sometimes moving,

but mostly not.

living on a breath of nothingness,

it was supposed to be the years

of mindless self indulgence.

but it was only mindless

years went by, as the years will do,

and that cruel and unusual boredom,

those joyless spaces,

somehow changed.

it wasn't me (i think?),

just the climate - the setting.

in me tonight is a small banjo.

i will dance

and tickle those devilish strings.

play me a song

-a sappy one i'm sure.

but it's better then silence.