It’s the kind of sadness that makes you sing;
where the chimes of a piano makes you fall
and before long there are tears in your eyes.
I’m thinking of a train station between the trees,
in a place I may have never been but I can feel.
It’s strange, but listening to someone talk about their passions
is stirring me, and I wonder what that song sounds like
but I’m too afraid to press play for fear it will send me over.
I’m not sure;
maybe I’m happy. Something hurts though.