I have seen him play
The grace of tune he may
The guy who made me fall in love
My little morning dove.
The musical tone he produce
The songs I always choose
For he have made me a passion
Pulling me out of isolation.
But oh my darling please play for me
The tone of love id gladly hear thee
Like a soul that touches my heart
Never an end and always a start.
As the note ended, and so did you
The silence of your instrument bled me through
Yet i am still trying to hear them
That one last note to be played again.
If I can bargain my life
Just to see you and hear you play
To touch you and feel you again
My darling, never would I say no.
Yet life is a fragile melody
But a beautiful played symphony
For i have been living in silence
Surviving with your absence.
I am still trying to hear them
Trying to cover the pain
Hoping and praying
For that one last note to be played again.
Poetry and Art Is Life 