38 Years Poem by moon dust

Words dribble out of me so fast sometimes
They dribble down my face and unto paper
I feel them working out of my body
Coming out in rhyme
But I can't hear the melody
I listen, but can't hear a tune
It's been 38 years of listening for the music
All these words crowd my ears
It's been 38 years of listening for the music
Rhythm in my soul stays in
But the words still come
I sop them up with paper
And when I'm thrown to the wind
Ashes of fire, bone, and skin
Will you sing a melody so sweet
Just for me?
For the 38 years of listening for the music
Send me to the wind on a song.