My music is coming with me

when i die
my poems, words
they will come with me

when i cry
my mother, god
they come and lift me

when i sigh
my girl, world
have come and kissed me

my music’s coming with me

i can write it into existence
i can make it vanish in a snap
i can twist it, bend it, lift, suspend it
mend it, send it back

when i long
then my stars
make it so

when ‘im wrong
then it’s ours
this ancient poem

if i’m strong
in the hour
of the great unknown

then my music will come with me

i can write it into existence
i can make it vanish in a snap
i can twist it, bend it, lift, suspend it
mend it, send it back

© Brenton Sinay 2008