I see the things around me,

And I hear what's in my head.

The music is my fantasy,

That play on till I am dead.

The melodies are my escape,

My own and lonely world.

Without you these are what I have,

The songs to which we swayed and swirled.

My love for you is harmony,

That plays both night and day.

A resound duet of you and me,

And I love you is what we say.

The tempo falls with my beating heart,

In long extended whole notes.

For you at least I know my part,

As songwritten poetry quotes.

Take eache verse as a minute-

Every song as a life time-

Live your own music each day-

Remember the lyrics are yours to write-

The tempo is set to your time-

And be happy when the instruments play.

It was a deep and wond'rous night,

With streams of moonlight shinning through.

The stars like diamonds with sparkling light,

Throughout the velvety sky were strew.

The wind was whispering to the meadow,

While the softly singing nightingale.

Chanced to let me see it's shadow,

Though the silent stillnesses still prevail.

The shallow stream in bubbled by,

And continued on to destiny.

While thoughts of long past dreams..they fly

Into and through my memory.

See the footstpes walking past me?

Twp hand in hand so gently dreaming.

We too walked past for those to see,

Those sitting here, remembering.

Recall those dreams so vividly envisioned,

The moonlight, the stars, the Nightingale's song,

The footsteps, the walks, my heart and soul imprisioned,

As I've grown, I've collected

Many costumes all neglected.

Some are used and some are new,

Torn asunder, thrown a strew.

These costumes are my faces,

My emotions and my status.

For I have managed you see,

To cover up the me.

I've a mask for lonliness,

I have one for sorrow.

I even have a happiness,

I'm saving for tomorrow.

As I search my guises,

(My temper see; it rises)

I can't find the one I seek,

For they are all too weak.

I feel though I've been jaded,

My masks are somehow faded

A comparison that's bland,

Like life you understand.

There's a moral you can bet,

What you see isn't always what you get.

She reads a book with tears in her eyes

Dreaming of faraway places and times

With a look of dismay, she's drawn away

As the twelve o'clock bell it chimes

Her dreams this night are haunted

A man, a love, a fairytale ending

Happily forever after, it flashes

In the technicolor images sending

As dawn wakes her a moment to soon

The flash of imagary gone with the light

A single tear courses her florid cheek

And she moans "Maybe tonight"

Today like all others she dreams in the day

Of the story book ending eluding

Tears fill her eyes as reality seeps in

all of her thoughts it precluding

She sits at the keyboard with tears in her eyes

Pretending of faraway places and times

With a look of dismay, she's drawn away

As the twelve o'clock bell it chimes

 (Unfinished)