The Unheard

I want to listen to those who sing from their bedroomsIt will feel the most vulnerableThey sing with yearningFeeling insecure and nervousThey are in the wrong place and they only got a few seconds before an alleged loved one tells them to stop making noisesTheir yearning will turn into lustLetting them realize they've been burning with the same fire for far too long

I want to hear the voices of unheardThose unedited videos with terrible sound qualitySeeing their feelings on the corners of their lips, their eyes travelling in between a universeI want to hear the unfamous singPlaying their unspoken storiesThe things they pretend and they are a world new world, avoiding the neglect they suffer

I want to meet my peopleAnd only my people I want to surround myself withI want to hear their flaws and appreciate them for putting themselves outI don't want to hear the privilege singingI want to hear the melodies rawFeeling every second they are bleedingFor those moments they've yearned for a space to cryInstead they've sung it all out loudI want to hear the self trained voicesUntouched by a vocal coachI want to hear the pianist who has never been taught about the classical musical theoryFor she had always had the nature's melody inside herI want to listen to the voices like they sound they are from the mountainsI don't want to listen to songs that lack emotionI want to hear instruments together that you've just decided to put together and asked no oneI want to listen to the voice of those who were told they were never enoughI want to watch the unedited videos and unthinkable anglesThe artist just wanted to create and share the momentShe is the nature, her oceans are loud and lusciousLuscious to surrender her mind to art

I want all of us to come togetherAbandon the world as we know itCreate our own countryPay our taxes in artBe self regulatedLet human legislateLet us forever co createLet us drive away and build studios all over townMake music that it resurrects every soul that passes byLet us create on behalf of the worldCreate so it reciprocates as we go alongWe'll let art be new form of illnessContagious

I want to dance around the fireSing the songs of the nature we all know from the groundI want to dissolve society as we know it to its ashesTogether in every moment, we are reborn.We are the rebirth of earthForces in our voices and movementsWe are the mountainsWe rise from the oceansWe are the hyperboreansWe are made of the nature

Our minds live in galaxies and in every creating second bring discoveries homeWe are the othersYou never heard usYet you feel usYou need usWe are your voiceWe carry your mind across the universeWe tell your stories and shed light to the unseenWe are the outliers

The unboxed, the thinkers, the buildersPrior to us they've tried to categorizeWith our every piece of existence we burned their molds into the ground

We are an octopusInfinite tentaclesUnstoppable when we uniteRise with usFeel with usBurn with usYou are us.