She lies asleep,
Escaping in dreaming,
Singing softly through the forest that confines her,
She longs for the sky,
She longs to see the world,
And pleads the light to let her go.

She lies asleep,
Afraid of falling,
Running scared through the forest that defines her,
She longs to be safe,
She hides from the truth,
And tells the light, no!

She lies asleep,
Shaking, but still,
Alive, pacing through the forest that refined her,
She knows it must be hard,
She knows what she must do,
And watches the light she'll never know.

She lies asleep,
Ready and waiting,
Dancing, alive, through the forest that's behind her,
She longs to breathe,
She longs to wake,
And the light takes her hand for one more dance

I ran away,
I was scared,
He broke me and everything I knew,
Nothing is left of who I was,
I fell for his tricks,
I fell from happiness,
His hands were too strong,
My body was too weak,
My tears weighed too little,
On my brittle mind,
The nightmares should have stopped me,
I could have stopped him,
It was my fault;

Longing for the dark,
Longing for the cold air on my skin,
Wishing for the night to engulf me,
Fill me with it's emptiness.
Not because I'm sad,
Not because I'm depressed,
Not because I want the end,
But to remind me that this is real.
I don't need what I have already,
I want some of what I'm missing now.
I want a reminder of who I used to be,
Of how much better I am now.

So night, show me the dark.
So I can appreciate the light.

Oh Parsley, beautiful and green you are!
In you is found such wond'rous flavoured health!
If life did but allow we'd never part,
Together great and vast we'd be in wealth.
The vitamins and minerals would fill,
Our blood and keep us safe from suff'ring then,
Such joy would stay and lift our hearts - such thrill!
And hatred gone forever more amen.
Perhaps one day mankind will know as I,
Perfection grown by mortals here on Earth,
In subtle leaves of fractal form'd design,
And there made clear the reason for their birth.
For now though know that I will always care,
I wait for the day when you are ev'rywhere.

Hearts are not constant,
They each have many shades,
Their colour depends not on themselves,
But the light shining on them.

In the light they radiate beauty,
Each hue complimenting the other,
But in shade they lose focus,
And at night they are lost completely.

But Hearts are not black,
They only appear dark,
Nor are they red,
As even the most loving know hate.

Instead they span a spectrum,
Each unique,
But made of the same,
Primary emotions.

Hearts are pastels,
When touched they merge,
Blending towards each other,
Bridging the gap.

Although they cannot always fuse completely,
There will always be enough different colours,
For hearts to find companionship,
And trust, if not love.

If music is love expressed, then how will my song play?
Will each phrase be smooth with content or broken by loss?
Will the notes be frantic and panicked, like my searching heart once was?
Or steady and certain, as my head is now?
Will  the hands on the keys be shaking and cold?
Or free from fear and dancing in confidence?
How many voices will join the ensemble?
And for fleeting moments or prolonged duets?
Will I keep moving forward with driving rhythms?
Or pull everything back and take a more leisurely pace?  
Maybe there will be a turning point, when dark becomes light, or when shadows grow stronger still.
Or perhaps a gentle fade, as each perfect harmony wears away at my soul.
Whether the music rises or falls does not concern me, however.
For the beauty of music is not in the highest note or the hardest bar.
It is in the reason behind every dot on the page.
And In the end there is no point in music for the sake of music, just as there is little point in love for the sake of romance.
I know there will be moments of unsure dissonance and outright clashes that were never meant to be.
But I'm hopeful, that in the same way as in music, eventually all will be resolved.
So I hope not for drama, but an unforced and natural conclusion:

**A perfect cadence.