Voice in the Snow

1

Music soars inside

The headphones, giving false hope

The true song will come.

I brain-wrack an aria

But the singer’s voice is dumb.

2

I clutch at coffee,

Nicotine to liven me,

Sugar for sharp wit,

My mood rides high, then crashes

Metaphors pass like dry shit.

3

My brain must be cursed,

With talent non-existent,

What a fool I’ve been.

To think that I can bewitch

Words to conjure worlds unseen.

4

The blank screen mocks me,

Blinding me with failure white,

Baffled thoughts come slow.

Try as I might, the pure voice

Mute in flurries of grey snow.

5

Patience is the key,

I’m told, by the successful,

Whose minds never stall.

I stare in the evening gloom.

Waiting for the voice’s call.