I spoke in broken notes
that came out flat and frugal
words got caught in hardened chords
each time your name rang through them

There was no music in my voice
no melody to soothe me
I could not carry a whole line
without a script to keep me moving

I spoke in broken notes
when I spoke of our older days
I spoke in battered, ugly shards
of words I'd since tucked away
I spoke in broken notes,
the sounds were all but lovely
but at least I spoke a word or two
that's better than nothing