You should know
That I don’t normally do this.
Words come easy
and shape does not.
I know the purpose, though,
And have felt the effects,
a flowing melody
a short prelude
A bowstring across a violin.
I’m sorry.
Sorry that the river rushes
at the wrong times and,
sorry that I haven’t warned you
of the waterfall.
Sorry that I write
in pulses and not lyrics,
sorry that the sun sets too early
over somebody else's mountain.
Sorry that I can’t start again -
the suspense of pause
has already leaped from my lips
and the fluttering that is suspense
has melted into the river
and all that remains
is the value of silence.
Jul 5, 2018
Jul 5, 2018 at 10:50 PM UTC
You should know
That I don’t normally do this.
Words come easy
and shape does not.
I know the purpose, though,
And have felt the effects,
a flowing melody
a short prelude
A bowstring across a violin.
I’m sorry.
Sorry that the river rushes
at the wrong times and,
sorry that I haven’t warned you
of the waterfall.
Sorry that I write
in pulses and not lyrics,
sorry that the sun sets too early
over somebody else's mountain.
Sorry that I can’t start again -
the suspense of pause
has already leaped from my lips
and the fluttering that is suspense
has melted into the river
and all that remains
is the value of silence.
