You strung the chords of my soul,

To play the music of life.

Now that you are gone,

Does your music leave too?

 

I ran in a staccato voice,

When I should’ve bellowed a fermata.

I learned my lesson, paid my price,

But when will this bar stop repeating?

 

Through you I saw the truth,

The tones and beats of my being.

The rhythm of our encounter struck me,

Resonating with my fabric of life.

 

So here I lay, a solo performance,

A harmony with but one player.

Yet someday the song will climax,

A chorus breaking out pure and free.

 

This chorus shall lead me away,

Into the land of ivory dreams.

But for the chorus to begin,

I must start singing first.