Song

The song I hear

is the pain I feel.

Slowly, it throbs

within my chest

to a steady rhythm.

I can count the beats,

the many times

I have tried.

 

The singer’s voice

is low, sweet, and soft.

A lullaby that calls me

to close my eyes.

I do,

and I feel the voice

sing higher and higher.

It travels without me.

All of its musical notes

travel without me.

I am left here to listen

all on my own.

 

If I could be a song,

I would float on the air

to people.

Taste their tears.

Smell their sadness.

All of it beauty

like me. A song.

I would never

have to be lonely again.
I would always be wanted.

 

The song I am

is not wanted.

I seem to be tolerated.

Or is that merely

what I perceive?

I think my notes

to be too mellow,

too quiet,

for others to notice.

The volume of my song

is loud enough

to hear.

Maybe it is the song.

Maybe I should try

a different tune.

Reviews

[Ruth]

Wrenched my heart!

"If I could be a song,
I would float on the air
to people.
Taste their tears.
Smell their sadness."

Music moves us all in so many different ways, if only we could be a song....I love that thought, unique and sublime xoxo