So far from you a true broken heart sings,
But never sang for you.
Yet you can’t help but listen to the music,
Each note pulled into you.
Broken tones hearts strings must reconstruct,
All played back to you.

Oh how you wish such a bold and cruel melody,
Was truly meant for you.
Each chord loudly echoes your ever quiet desires,
The harmony floats around you.
Each note stretched till a breath must be taken,
One always resonates through you.

You shamefully horde each cold, sorrowful note,
The coldest rest freezes you.
Carefully collecting each burning, charcoal chorus,
The warmest key scalds you.
And then you secretly preserve fragile decrescendos,
They softly fall upon you.

It seems you have built this elaborate humanity,
Of notes beautiful to you.
Please sleep with a thousand chord progressions,
Creating lovely dreams for you.
Serenity has began to fill your very heart and soul,
Quickly the music becomes you.

What will you do when the song comes to its end?
Perhaps it will destroy you.
And what happens when the melody finally dies?
The silence might end you.
But I do hope the song continues to play in your heart,
Until another love finds you.