I sing the blues because of you.

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There is no music for those who are not in love.

No melodic rhythm to stir the very soul.

No verse of song- to tell of one’s passion,

No loving hands to carry my heart to yours.

 

There is no poetry for the soul in grief

To register every waking desire.

No music for those unions which break…

The loss, the grief, the discontent.

 

There is no vision for those who lose sight of their dreams.

The passion of life waxed old, the thoughts of mundane

Permeate every waking hour.

No relief for those who live in ivory towers.

No strength to make it through the day.

 

Wasted mirth persists, my wonderings lead

Me longing for a single kiss.

Beneath the illuminated London sky

I pause catch my breath, and think…

Is this moment real?

 

My beloved darling, my heart’s desire

Sits beautifully adorned right by my side.

Within my heart the flame burns bright…

Beneath the illuminated London sky.

 

There is no night when you’re in love

Only beautiful days filled with joy,

Endless laughter…and a feeling of peace.

Echoed from street venders

In Covent Garden streets.

 

We are different me and her.

But much the same.

She likes coffee no sugar

I drink tea and I’m sweet for her…

Her silver painted eye lids flutter like wings

And her eyes captivate my soul.

 

We listen to the music playing in the afternoon air

I’m drowning in love…and I don’t want to be saved.

Locked into a single moment in this world

Even though people are all around.

Just us and the music and our sychopated souls

Beating out their metronomes.

 

There is no music for those who have no love

Only despair, nothingness and empty longings.

I used to know these territories well…

Until this beautiful creature caught my heart…

Then let it go.