312 – Anchors

The notes
Are soft
And distant.

The pain
Is sharp
And close.

The notes
Flow sweetly,
Like a kiss.

The pain
Cuts deeply,
Like a knife.

The notes
Carry dreams
Of distant lands.

The pain
Pins the senses
To the here.

The blues
Are not necessarily
Sad.

Pain
Is not necessarily
Bad.

In their own way
They both make me feel
Alive.