I Hear the Music
I hear the music play,
the sad base line echoing
the light that shines in your amethyst eyes,
those beautiful eyes.
Such melancholy mirrored
in your sad eyes.
Crying melody,
the viola paints notes
from the inverted rainbow of your upside-down smile,
your sweet smile.
What sadness weeps
from that gentle smile.
Wails of bleeding sorrow
escape the French horn
as, from my embrace, you slide your slender fingers,
what soft tender fingers.
With gentle caress
you touch me with your slender fingers.
Then through the twilight
comes the tickle of tinkling bells
that drip note by note with each tear that you cry,
as you sit and cry.
Each tear I wish I could dry,
each lonely tear you cry.
01/16/2018
Copyright © James Inman | Year Posted 2018
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