Played by two, meant for One

Your note struck on piano
Makes a chord ring in my heart
But the feeling falls through:
It's a flat played as sharp

Although our first encounter
Was a double harmony
Now both our ears are ringing
In bitter irony

And perhaps to you
I play the sweetest melody
Yet in my own ears
There echoes acrimony

Since both my hands are playing
When I was meant to play with one
As well as my flute wishes
These notes suit lone drum

We're delicate when forceful
And full of misplayed notes
Our opera is silent...
Our words remain in throat

If I chance to sing
My lonely song
Will you will your love to me
Or am I wrong?

I am starving
I am dying
Without lyric to lure me on


from Wednesday, March 08, 2006, edited today and 9/23/08 (added last verses)

Notes: This quite a lot of fun to sing against Wolf Moon