The Song.

By the cadence of the ticking clock, composed a sonata

while awaiting your arrival. On this rain soaked day; it reaches you

then comes back, as a vibrant symphony encompassed.

Sitting by myself, all alone; but never really forlorn.

Ears flooding with your whispered words; I weave them into a song.

Humming in the air, echoing in every corner.

In the dark of the night, lay your head on the pillow,

By the rhythm of your heart,

You will hear the beats of my love song.

When the night dawns into day, you’ll forget, as if a dream.

And I’ll wait, for the day I again compose.

Be assured, you are being missed, if you ever hear my love song.