The heart plays its own melody
A vivacious and elaborate chorus of strings
A meticulous whirlwind of anticipation
Yet even in its grandeur it must pause for air

The mind can only listen
A cry of desperation it sings
A requiem for loves dedication
Yet even in its differences it matches itself a pair

The heart plays it's own melody
A Icarus before the end of its wings
Leaving the mind unto it's own interpretation
Love being the greatest thing the mind has to fear

The mind can only listen
What it hears, I cannot say
The heart is hooked on a drug called love
Now there is nothing left for the mind to play

~Another Dream Deferred