This my silent corner in the company of empty chairs praying cradled by dedication and music for the soul this love hears distorted thinking,this quiet time holds me close it keeps me speaking no words leaving me hard and anxious, engaging disconnection and then it leaves.fading disappears sermon waits singing rehearses seats stay seated and people wander.this solitude my friend knows me not yet talks to me with opened ears impatient and loving it crowds my upset blackens the light, guitar wails a dying moan accompanied by a heart string lost in beat and rhythm runs,voices heard are no longer vocally able telling stories of backward scripture where grammar continues aimlessly on pointless lines broken and I am drowning in the thick of solitary melting.lord forgive for I know what I do and when you change the record make it clear on both sides.