Sealed and Sound Proof 2009

Silence is a prison sometimes
But I like it that way
It's a prison I've built myself
Brick by brick for years

I talk
Hundreds of thousands of shiny bright words
That wrinkle at a touch like foil
Words that tarnish, ideas that rust
Stories told that oxidize
As soon as they fall from my lips and are exposed to the air

Lift the lid of my heart though
Where the hinges squeak
Where there are no words, only silences
A soundproof-loveproof chamber
A lead box where the radioactive waves of feeling are caught up, all sealed in
Soldered shut, and then locked in a room
Silence is a prison sometimes
But I've built it myself
Brick by brick for years