This Symphony is Nearly Over

This song has been sung for many years,

The melody is woven through countless tears,

Each crochet and quaver tremble underfoot,

As this majestic symphony slowly goes kaphut.

 

I played to it with my violin,

I gave it extra bars,

Controlled the tune,

Within the room,

The song forever ours.

 

Now I take notes at random,

And throw them to the sea....

 

I hope someone gives them a home,

And fares better then me. 

The End

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