Mournful Song

A person cursed with a singing voice that can only convey sadness

I walked by a door that was slightly ajar

I went on but did not get very far

As I heard a voice enticing my ear

Singing a wordless song, so sincere

Yet what a morbid sound I heard

To break my heart and have it stirred

And to release my long forgotten woes

In the wordless song she did compose

I could hear from her tongue a single story

The tale short and told in a hurry

With held out notes and crescendos

Banishing the lies and innuendos

I am happy, is what she said

But can only sing what sounds like dread

I then understood her wordless pain

Of her heart filled with sun but her voice pouring rain

She was cursed with a voice that could only mourn

Her first wails were of death on the day she was born.

That much I could tell from beside the door

Happy masked by sad and nothing more

Author's Note

Half asleep, so please forgive any noticeable mistakes, but I'd like to get this out before I continue withe any corrections