Why I May Never Change

He played wondrous melodies on your strings But your chords were not his own He preferred alone, and chose you only to make music Satisfying his own selfish desires Taking from you a tune you never knew existed Once was enough for him though Dwelling on beauty he dared not even stop and try For fear overwhelmed his soul Cutting away the strings of his heart still, forever The blades of deceit he created Found his muse he did but as with you, he went left And now he lives in rewind Shuffling his decks over again to see the cards appear In same order as that blessed night Hoping his time machine may take him there To undo his marvelous trickery Until then repetition is his home and his children's names So to you too came the game J.R. Thomas Copyright August 15, 2007