Late night poetry, depending on how I feel is how much I'll post tonight....

I rest my fingers on the keys one more time,

Hands trembling, my mind blanks out.

What lies dormant in the recesses of my mind

Refuse to make way, my fingers fumble.

Cursing through clenched teeth, I try again,

The sounds in my head do not translate,

They fail to find their way out into music.

Again, fumbled fingers and another curse.

Why can I hear the music in my head,

Yet fail to reproduce it in real life.

Is this a curse set upon me,

Or is this just simple fate.

One thought races through my mind,

A beautiful smile, a wonderful voice,

A call of an angel, a slice of-

Heaven on earth itself.

I reach out, and my thoughts drift,

Drifting away to an endless spiral.

Emptiness, a void where thoughtlessness lie,

Maybe this once she can notice me.

Again, fumbled fingers, another curse.