A Song Unshared
Life is a song.
A song heard, with the blue of melancholy.
You realised the moment is shared alone.
No hand to hold, not shoulder to rest your head.
The musical Beauty.
The soft notes gliding upon an ivory scale.
The gentle lightness that weighs heavily.
There is no soft whisper, no sharing.
Sadness has arrived.
The mourning of a time not yet arrived.
A warm future remembrance.
You will not be alone for long.
Wow! This is amazing. Your own, sir?