Poetry, Quotes, and Ramblings

Music

I wish our words,

still danced together,

like the chords of a piano,

or the notes of a violin duet.

But now, they don't . . . 

quite sound the same.

Maybe I'm playing a flat,

or maybe you're an octave higher than me.

Maybe we're in different time signatures. 

Maybe you're way ahead of me,

while I'm playing slow, 

behind you.

We can't get a chord right.

Our melody used to come naturally.

I miss the way our words danced,

elegantly, effortlessly;

maybe they danced because we couldn't.

But maybe we lost inspiration,

or maybe we were meant,

to play solo.