Like a favorite tune from a youth long remembered,
your love soothes this heart, so weathered, yet tender.

A performer I stand before you, not proud;
All chairs of hope empty; betrayed by the crowds.

Were ticket sales halted?  Is popularity gone?
Or, did the singer quit vocals in the midst of her song?

Emotions now tremble deep in my being,
all judgment impaired; only beauty I'm seeing.

Are you an image that I being lonely created?
Or the kindred I've wept for and anticipated.

Perhaps an unwritten score or a dream yet-to-be,
we've transcended all boundaries
our souls
you and me.