Why Now (Nothing But Music & Me)

Verse one:

There’s something bereaved in this 

Heart of mine

There’s broken a soul

I long to refine

A sullen dance

I long to hone as mine

And there’s so much more

Than an axe to grind

When the tough gets’ going

It’s the true who dare to speak

It’s the fake who dare to sleep

And the weak who dare retreat

If you knew, would you weep

For my pain hidden so deep

Stars burned bright to point the way

Fields of corn

And bales of hay

And the needles hidden 

Away

Like the past

We gotta pray

To get up and face

A new kind of day

You leave me a wolf 

Upon the fray

Chorus:

I knew it was coming 

but why now

The echoes, the drumming, 

but why now

I want something numbing, 

cause why now

Just look at the timing right now. 

Why now

The acid from the pens’ ink burns my open wounds

salt opaque as the papers stings 

like howls under the moon

The paper that reads d-i-v-o-r-c-e

I knew it was eventually to be

But why now when my life’s a winter barren tree

Gone are all but three 

Dried up little leaves

On the merciless breeze

Blowing free

On the eve 

of aged 40

Truly alone

alone and free

nothing but 

music and me 

The only one who ever knew me

Is gone and up amid the stars

He left me down on earth

To mar with my cards

The other one who could have

Done so

Surmised it was too hard

And papers to remind me

Only rip open my scars

Oh music

Be for me

Like her decree

When she declared 

I marry thee

My duty’s to my country

Meaning the first QE

And the ink made her crazy

All that red mercury

Maybe a mad mattress

I also be

This is not an invitation

To tell all these men I’m free

I want to be seen as more than just

A face that is pretty

I want one who can really

Understand what’s inside of me

If he’s ever meant to be

If he’ll ever find the key

To my heart

We’ll have to see

Chorus:

I knew it was coming 

but why now

The echoes, the drumming, 

but why now

I want something numbing, 

cause why now

Just look at the timing right now. 

Why now

The acid from the pens’ ink burns my open wounds

salt opaque as the papers stings 

like howls under the moon

The paper that reads d-i-v-o-r-c-e

I knew it was eventually to be

But why now when my life’s a winter barren tree

Gone are all but three 

Dried up little leaves

On the merciless breeze

Blowing free

On the eve 

of aged 40

Truly alone

alone and free

nothing but 

music and me 

I have been forever waiting

For destiny

I have been waiting

For real love

To be

I have been forever waiting

For the truth to set me free

And in turn, it’s time to let it be

God, music, and me

God, music and me

Chorus:

I knew it was coming 

but why now

The echoes, the drumming, 

but why now

…….

Blowing free

On the eve 

of aged 40

Truly alone

alone and free

nothing but 

music and me 

S.R. Ashcraft aka Vie Chimere 02/26/26

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