Dear Mr. Rockstar

Dear Mr. rocker n' roller star,

You are as elusive as a baby jumping spider
hiding in the foliage beneath my ribcage,
for you are so dear to me
and you make it hard to breathe.
The tone of your music
reaches in and touches my soul,
penetrating my skin
with clean fingertips like cotton swabs
or sterile knives
making me feel pure,
making me feel something.
Your voice, your voice,
your words like water
pouring down my back in buckets,
giving me chills
that I always crave.
Your lyrics, your lyrics,
of which I read before bed every night,
haunting me so beautifully
with the unjust truths
of a life lived
in a time capsule of isolation.
You bring to me a new set of eyes
to see the world around me for what it is,
but my ears will remain,
always waiting
for the tone of your music
to pierce my heart with it's blade.