I am
The Listener

The one
They always come to

Breathing in circles
A dizzying dance of
Meloncholy song

I take in every beat

Each note plucking
Heartstrings

I listen - I absorb

It repeats

But when does The Listener
Get to sing?

Those songs - they never end

There isn't any room
For new melodies

For, it is The Listener - who allows
This space
For notes to flutter along freely

So,
When the air becomes thick
With minor chords

And the space is forever gone

Just remember

You never got to

Hear

The Listeners Song.