Tears flow where once flowed song.

In these darkened hours

I sit and muse on time long gone

And words that once were ours.

 

Notes drop into a crystal vial

And mingle with the flow.

Melancholy, be my friend while

The melody runs slow.

 

I do not ask for lively airs

or perfumed friendships sweet,

Just some connection with the world where

living people meet.

17/2/02