Feeling empty.

When someone can sing like this,
when there is music in this world as this,
when you have emotions in the mind that pull
at your heart,
stitching through like needles
the vulnerabilities of this existence;
stitches solid and tensing
while the flesh wants just the healing
for which you spend the time you spent;
stitches twinging in resonance
to the tunes that into the wounds descend!
When you find the sky detached
from the sun and the stars and the facts,
dwell not deep into well that is instead above,
thirsty at the thought of divine know-how!
Nothing waits for the drama of life to end
but the music leaves the sorrow intent
to move beyond the reasons that outweigh
the absurd and the tears that aren't a cry!