The Song

The song is ever-changing words dispelled in random rearrangings but the melody that plays is the reveal of every heart in this masquerade. Within the phrases dispersed lay the heartbeat unrehearsed and every rhythmic enterprise achieved fails to fill the want and need to be believed. Hum the cadence of the inner dance how often do we forgo the chance when love returns to sing love tunes although there is no hope of its eternal loom. Hear the measure of your long lost dream the shouts and whispers of some silent scream nothing lasts forever, everyone and everything slips away until time ends, let the music of the song play.