Endless wispers make hast
Yet to soon disapear
the air that encompassed me
Suddenly gets seize away.
And I left breathless.      
NEEDless to say they steal my light
And leave me enclosed in darkness
My melody,my piano they steal and misuse.

Eager for a moments worth of
                                          Your time.                                            
They know not how lucky they are    
To receive even an ounce of
YOUR time.
They are the luckiest people in the world, they have it seems more of
Your time
than I.
They abuse and detriment
Your time
Mybe one day I'll receive all of
your TIME


So I wait in vain untill that time comes.
Ill just grab a ticket and get in line.
Perhaps one day your piano will play just for me.
Only me.
But that is a selfish thought.

There was a time which music was my solace.                          
It  intoxicated me.
It captived me.
Took my soul and made it soar.            
It was there always. A friend...or perphas an unspoken love.
It filled me. made me whole.
It was always enough.

We were so in love once.
But love can die.                            
And when the music dies what will plays  for me?
Who will play for me?
What will make me feel whole?            

Music and I once where once so abundantly in love.
         And I was once content.
                                   And not so forlorn.

But love can die.
And I fell out of love with the music.