As I play my piano in the air,
I close my eyes and imagine it there.
I could hear every note and every
tune.
It felt surreal, it felt so true.
Across the hall, I could clearly hear,
The beating of the drums.
In tune with the beating of my heart.
Love is like
Music from another room.
You could hear, you could feel,
But you can’t just see.
Yet it feels so true and real.
I could hear it now,
The movement of the bass.
Like blood rushing through my veins.
Then the guitars are plucked and
strummed.
I could feel every single string.
Movement of each finger,
The feel in each finger tip.
I could hear them all.
Piano, drums, guitar and bass.
The melody and tune,
I know it will end soon.
As I heard the cymbals clang,
I wondered why it felt so undone.
I realized, as I listened for the
whole time.
I never heard any words uttered or
rhymed.
Love can sometimes be
Music from another room.
You could hear, you could feel
Oh! Sometimes it feels so real.
But then, you need words for
To become a song to sing.
For it can be just a melody, a lonely
tune,
In your head, you long to sing.
Written: June 4, 2010
