Love is but a song;
Playing to the tune of your heart.
It progresses,
From something simple to poetic.
It changes,
From a note into a melody.

So sing out that hidden song from within.
Play those heartstrings, never stopping.
Follow the song into oblivion.
Build on each sound, making chords
That flow from idea to idea.
Stringing together a melody.

You are the bird that hears my song,
And continues to sing it.
You occupy the hole in my heart.
Making residence,
Somewhere to grow and learn
To fly and spread that newly learned melody.

Almost a week and your still going.
No word, no sound, not even a breath.
Are you in the midst of the darkness?
Or have you gone for quite some time now?
Dare I say, were you even here in the beginning?
Three questions deserve an answer,
But likely no response.
I have searched for endless days,
But that key is sure not to be found.
So I broke down your hearts door.
Now I fear something more then not being loved.
In the light produced by truth
I'm seen as unwanted, a intruder.