Back For A Song

The music seemed to weave around the trees, the afternoon glow blending with the music until you could see it floating around.

Dancing through the dark green trees,
A slip of green adorning.
The music guiding her as orange glow
Gives way to purple hue.

Flower, in her hair of auburn twilight,
Melodious notes flowing.
Her body disappears amongst the leaves,
Slowly, darkness descends.

She glides through the darkness deep,
Towards the given sound.
A tenor sings out towards the night,
Shivers up her spine.

She bites her lip to stop from calling,
Dwelling in his song.
She knows that when his words disperse,
She'll disappear along.

How she longed to touch his face and
Feel his hand on her.
And yet he would not let her go or
Live his perfect life.

How she wished that he could see her
Know that she was fine.
That he would set her free from him,
Repair his broken heart.

Sad to know she could have saved them
Both from all this pain.
If only she had not departed, left,
But what he said!

The torment followed her to the grave,
And still it stays with her.
A pointless argument unfinished, held,
Till last breath drawn.

His song dwindles, the last note drawn,
As though to keep her here.
But with the wind it disappears, and
With the wind she goes.

KC - 8/8/05