Music – she is my muse
She sings to me
Her lilting voice reaching for the heavens
And yet
It falls short as she aches for
Love – tis heart breaking and bittersweet
It is a tug of war
For the melody
Who it sings for
A back and forth,
Undecided, disconcerted
Forlorn and desolate
Madness, determination
But she is beckoned
back, restrain
Don’t hold back
[I] can’t hold back
[I’m] trying
And yet
[I’ll] fall short
“Why? Oh, why?”
Can one not sing?
Shall the muse be only thought,
Ever taught?
No.
She sings and sings.
To fill in the desire
Of a passion unrestrained
(with restraints)
She is ineffable,
And only in silence
Can she be heard.
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 10:51 PM UTC
Music – she is my muse
She sings to me
Her lilting voice reaching for the heavens
And yet
It falls short as she aches for
Love – tis heart breaking and bittersweet
It is a tug of war
For the melody
Who it sings for
A back and forth,
Undecided, disconcerted
Forlorn and desolate
Madness, determination
But she is beckoned
back, restrain
Don’t hold back
[I] can’t hold back
[I’m] trying
And yet
[I’ll] fall short
“Why? Oh, why?”
Can one not sing?
Shall the muse be only thought,
Ever taught?
No.
She sings and sings.
To fill in the desire
Of a passion unrestrained
(with restraints)
She is ineffable,
And only in silence
Can she be heard.
