thoughts i can see.

coffee stains my left side brain,
while my head rattles like snakes.
don't mind the mess, thoughts
are scattered upon us.
noises are saved in little hide
away boxes inside my mind's
storage. colors are in clouds above
the iris in my eye. memories
are on fire in the corner of my skull.
all i hear is nothing when i
see your mouth move. instead
of words, i can see music coming
out. your whole life is a musical
composition that plays when
your words don't speak to me. and
i am the only one who can see
it.