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Musiklehrer


 

I've never seen him this sort of mad

But when I told him of the monster

I saw in his eyes something I hadn't seen

Redness that broke up his usual cool blue-brown

I saw also, empathy

As if he knew how much it broke me

Because I imagine things like that broke him

And it proved further that we are kindred spirits

The pain down in his soul was the same as the one down in mine

That is why we do what we do

And that's why I'm so honored that he invited me in the first place

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