In search of the music

In search of the music

There was a space between us
where the music once lived.

I even tried to listen for it,
in the silence between your words,
the cadence of your footsteps,
the pause before your sigh.

Just beyond the anticipation
of your measured chord,
I heard the merest hum
of a deep and mournful song.

But I was too busy searching for a
lighter note to match the staccato rhythm
of my tapping feet in constant motion,
a metronome on caffeine.

But as we've grown together,
a funny thing has happened. Your quiet
and steady beat has trained my ears
to really listen, not just hear, the subtle tones,

and my voice has learned
it can sing its own melody.



SWPoet




Original version

In search of the music

I went in search of the music.
I looked inside of you but had to strain
to hear, past your tiredness and cynicism. 
That was when I heard
the merest hum of a deep
and mournful song.

But as we’ve grown together,
a funny thing has happened.
Your quiet and steady base
has trained my ears to hear music
with a softer beat, and my voice has learned
it can sing it’s own melody.


SWPoet

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