sad

when i think in words
they seem to flow
into sentences
and paragraphs
sometimes verses
sometimes songs

the words within me
reach out
to the world outside

why not so with music?
why can i not play
on strings
the humming of
my heart?
or on keys
let my fingers flow
swiftly
and deftly
across notes
across oceans

why does music
fill me up
permeate my being
awaken my senses
but stop
. thus
at my fingertips?