Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Just a Song...




If it’s just a song, then why am I crying?
If it’s just a violin, why can I hear it plea?
If it’s just a dance twixt living and dying
Oh, darling let’s make it the best it can be

If it’s just a song of cello and timbrel
Then why do I hear the tempo of time
Charting its chorus; a relentless minstrel
Clutching my heart in its rhythm and rhyme?

If it’s just a song, why do the words move me
Until I’m unable to see through my tears?
If it’s just a song, darling, will you love me
Long after the music of life’s quickened years?

If it’s just a song, then why am I crying?
Why do I hear more than its raw melody?
If it’s just a song twixt living and dying
Then darling, let’s make it the best it can be

J~

1 comment:

Thank you for your visit to this porch. I'd love to hear if or how this post/poem touched you!