My Song

My Song, it could not sing itself
And neither, friend, could I – 
The notes they were – preoccupied
The lyrics lies, lies, lies

It struggled with a forlorn tune
With rhythms cadence-less – 
Its chords were carried on the wind
Remote and powerless

From steeple tops it sought my ear
It strove for major scales,
Yet failed to lift this Chorister
– It sang to no avail

My voice was mute in silence 
It was no song, no song
That I could ever sing along
– The song was wrong, all wrong 

And so, I sought a newer verse
A Tune to fit myself
Without a tonal dissonance
Or timing out of step – 

For harmony – I scored a Breeze
For words I fitted Truth – 
The Tune a composition
An Opus could reboot

The cantos trebled at the strings
The lyrics crooned of Spring
Instinctively my voice arose
To meet this newer thing –

It rose, a Canta Libre
Familiar in refrain,
I felt a certain resonance
At recess in my brain

Advance in bright arrangements
And deftly play the strains
Of Anthems that I once had known
In glorious refrain

From sleeves of albums days gone by
Away on dusty shelves
And stirring now, My Song restored
As if it never left –

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