Wednesday, October 5, 2016

unfinished song (missing melody)

when it gets too cluttered i start over
the pages scatter and I wonder, does it matter?
has all I've done and given in this life I'm living
been for naught?
what has it bought?
what has it wrought?
what was I taught?

if I die tomorrow will it be a relief
to all who've known me
even as some some might mourn and shed a tear of grief
so few ever phone me
this is what life's shown me

when too many melodies flow i start over
the notes discordant and I wonder, who really cares?
is anyone listening at all I wonder what you hear
in all these words
am I absurd?
just for the birds?
what was heard?

where is my elton, my andrew, my magic?
where are the melodies that make these words songs?
where are my people, my steeple, so tragic
to feel the whole world crying when we could be so strong
where is the friend I've longed for all along?

where is my song?
where is my missing melody?
why I belong
where we are strong

where is my song?
where is my missing harmony
where we belong
where is our song