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By Ali Date: 2004 Oct 31 Comment on this Work [[2004.10.31.08.24.20982]] |
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The lonely, lovely lyrics Of a song overgrown with time, Comprised of notes that have long since Ceased to echo--their perfect pitch And harmony have ended. Still, sometimes the words weep softly, unheard But not unremembered, simply Another measured bar of silence, Collecting underneath a fine layer of unuse-- The softly falling dust of the heart. The sheet music no longer offers mystery, As the once hopeful melody Has no more secrets to convey-- The tune may be all too familiar But remains untouched, unplayed, Quietly abandoned. Convention Has long since worn out its welcome, And the song, written with such care, Is merely a trifle that bears no resemblance To today--call it a one-hit wonder of sorts. But the lyrics still exists, the notes Still persevere, though silent-- They still bear the same honest meaning, And I wonder, perhaps, if I Sing the song again, this once, If your heart might stop to hear. |