Saturday, December 4, 2010

My Lovely Missed Flourish

I can’t find a Person, not a single One anywhere, anytime I glance.

So Who or What causes My dance?

No Hes about, no Shes about, neither here nor there,

Even though I'd so deeply deeply stare.

So I closed My eyes, knowing something’s wrong.

There are no People, only Songs!

Each One singing; yes singing Songs.

Some flat, Some sharp, Some soft, Some strong.

A base tone, unique, upholding the rest,

But with flourishes, arpeggios. For Me which's best?

Some notes sour, some notes nice.

Some freeze same as ice.

Some burn through like a beam;

Painful as a jolt of steam.



There was a song, humming me of late;

Started out as an online date.

That song to me no longer sings.

Well, not in a way that makes Me dance the way I like.

In fact, It had Me quite uptight.

I do however miss the Tune, the One I'd heard first back two Junes.

Seems that Tune was not "His" Song;

Just something made-up going along.

In time I heard that Song's base,

Nearly deafened by It, in fact.

I’d fallen in love with a flourish, an experimental piece.

We ended when that bit of tune ceased.

That dance, is done.