Jams, A Villanelle

Help me as I strive to sing. My voice fails my woozy heart. The rain, to my song, it clings. The jazz, trumpet, and secret swing Appalls the ones who breathe Mozart Help me as I strive to sing. With your tings and rings and pings and zings You succeeded in that, but failed to start The rain, to my song, it clings. Potential so bright, that of a king Rather’ve been that than my sweetheart Help me as I strive to sing. With a dance, a scream, and a sting You pushed my patience as you pushed your art The rain, to my song, it clings. You flew off on your sacred wing But you said we’d need never to part Help me as I strive to sing. The rain, to my song, it clings.