No Song Without You

In life we create melodies from love and pain,
of where we each belong.
But such was the beauty of the life we shared,
to love’s music we’d sing along.
I still have the words but where is the music
that’s needed to create such a song.

I found the words, you made the music,
a song of love we’d impart.
But what good are words when the music has gone,
there’s no longer a song in my heart.
The words are of loss, the music is lost,
now that death us did part.

Poetry or prose, the words are still there
in memory of all that you said.
But even with rhyme, without the rhythm
the words are rarely read.
Words I still write, but the melodies gone.
Without you the song is dead.