Recycled Lyrics

*Recycled Lyrics*

We may not be able to share one another’s Headphones
But I think I know what you meant.
You may say,
“That was a great song,”
Time after Time,
Since there is
No Art Known to Man
That is harder to capture in words than Song—
Until you just run out of adjectives.
We’ll have to rely on the singers to do the talking for us.
We are, after all, sitting right next to one another; and yes, it’s evident to me that those chords spoke to the both of us.
Just as some lyrics may be recycled, your words have surely been spoken by you and millions of others over and over again. And just as with the singer, although you and I may not realize it, when you say those words, I too feel the individual pitch of your words that connect you to that specific song…just as that song connected us.
It goes without saying how great that song was. And I know you said those same words three songs earlier, but I can hear the difference. I know what you meant.
The truth is, all we have are educated guesses. I know where that song took me, and by the stillness of the room and in our composures, I’m fairly certain where it took you. And those five words will have to do as the only proof to validate what I already knew: That Song Speaks for Itself.

From Art of Mind III: The Evolution of a Trilogy
Copyright © 2013 Clyde Aidoo