I've left my harp hanging on a passing cloud
The reflection of an earthly lonliness matches...her symphony
and the moon cheers her....wrinkled strings
The cheer is infectious
when she's happy, i'm dancing
when she's happy, i'm crying
and nothing else reciprocates to fill the hollow
of this broken vessel
She's missing !
my scented oils have all lost their potency
drums beat twice to remind me that music exists
and a few are still strung to the melody of....hope
she's missing !
and im thinking, are her strings strong and shiny?, is she still beautiful?
they say "all the pieces can't be found when something is broken"
Is this what it feels like?
Unfathomable as it appears
My vision is transforming because i tried scraping the nut butter
off of last week's bread and it's just too soft !
The softness that once decorated the room of my gloom and i know soon
the softness that smoothes the roughness of my pains....
But you're missing!
And i pray you return so that i can say "I'm sorry"
So that..... i can hold you.... closely and play... our symphony
I'll wear brighter colours
I'll lacquer the rim of your frame with an artist's brush
I'll become the artist that's worthy of you....
I'll become the artiste that's worthy of you....
