My Whole

Hold your gear as if it were me, as if it were my body and soul within your hands
Make love to me with music.

But first.

Tell me;

Would you caress the strings if it weren't what moved you?

Would you tune the pegs if it wasn't part of your soul?

Would you run your fingers up and down the neck if it wasn't your breathe you were in and exhaling

And would you delicately lie down every note and rhythm if your very existence did not live for it?

You don't play it just for fun, and don't play it because it only feels good.
Only take your instrument and express what you feel it inside...

Now take me in your arms, my body and my soul
If you don't feel what music does to you
Than have patience, learn to be in love me...

Or let me go.

Because unless I first mean much more to you
I will never give you my whole.

- Desiree` Magee

The Floor

I see him, I can see him now
And it's getting better...

When I thought he went away
I laid on the floor
My heart felt ill
While I lay on the floor

For a while you had asked for my attention
Patience was there while I played coy
But my thoughts did remember you again
And now that I'm listening,
What will you do now?

The floor planted a seed in my heart
I won't say I'm not concerned;
I'm concerned
I want my heart to float away
For once I don't want to think at all

And now I'm hoping I have your attention
Patience is not a strength of mine
For now I wish you'd hear me calling
And come to me, because I want to see
I don't want to lie on the floor
Perhaps my heart is running again
But just maybe it's more and you're listening...
So now that I have your attention
What should I do now?

I've given in and put down my guard
And what will you do now with my heart?
What will you do now?
What will you do now?

- Desiree` Magee