The Song

When does a poem become a song? Does the music make it real? A melody makes us sing along But the words are from the quill Without the words the music's blind It can't see where to go For the words are how a song's defined And the music's just for show Wrapped in notes and chords to tease It's meant to entertain But it always takes the words to please Or the music's played in vain The words are there to touch the heart Or the music might be missed For it only plays a minute part If the words did not exist Some has said that poetry's dead But they couldn't be more wrong For the poet sees the music's fed Or there couldn't be a song Note: This will be my last poem I post for a while...it's time to move on to other things.....Whisk