As you may know, I collaborate with other poets here. They send me their scraps of unfinished poems for me to 'play' with, and re-imagine.  

mark john junor sent me this, from his file "pieces/parts" and asked me to "do something with it" tho it certainly could have stood on its own...

the song is the thought on the lips
but the melody is the vision of the mind
and as she gives one away
for the sake of the other
you give in to the winter demise
you can dance to the song
but you lack the vision to dance till dawn
so packing it up you retreat into the adventure of the moment
and forsake all the side show
for its the magic of her eyes that keeps you coming back to the day

MJJ
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**the song, unsung


long time lovers,
long time no see,
holiday party,
see, seen,
the glance exchanged.

their song, the history
is instantly mouthed,
wetted thoughts on their
remembering lips.

their melody, the history,
is re-frain-ing,
repeat button selected
vision of unique sounds
in their minds.

they gave up, gave in,
some long ago winter,
they gave in, gave up,
the winter
of their demise.

they can.  

can dance to the song,
tonight,
more, one night,
one more time
but to dance till dawn
and beyond,
that cannot be done
twice.

The old heat
re-ember-ed
so they retreat into
the adventure of the moment,
forsaking all
the side show
of whys and the I loved you well,
enough, not, better, and
perhaps.

Tonight,
one more night,
they pack it in,
a complete history, to,
pack in,
till
just before dawn,

yet each lacks the vision
to dance till dawn
so pack it up
and
pack it in,
lifetime lived in a few hours.

yet the magic of each other's eyes
keeps them coming back to the day
they shredded the vow,
but never gave up
that song,
the melody
that is the
vision in each other's minds.

each left with a piece,
each left with a part,
both different, of course,
of their song.