Eulogy of a Song

Your words soothe me

On the blackest of days.

You make me feel whole

In your own special ways.

The calmness of your rhythm

And the smoothness of your sound

Always pick me up

When I am feeling down.



The lines on your paper,

With the words penciled in,

Listen to all my words

When my emotions wear thin.

The pencil presses down,

And my heart I bare.

And although you haven’t tried,

You have always been there.



You are now coming to your end;

The journey has been long.

The paper slides beneath my hand

As I finish my latest song.

I will miss you for a time,

But another will emerge.

You will never be forgotten, though;

For words I no longer search.