Lines

Just a few lines
Words on a page
No rhyme or reason
An outpouring of my heart
To ease my lonely days
A cry to any who will listen
To any who will sing my song
I lay down lines of music
To any of who would howl at the moon
I raise a plaintive mournful call
Past the point of no return
Beyond the inhibition of rational thought
Far from the grasp of social graces
Just a naked soul making sounds in the silence
Listening for the echo of a reply