Her voice, once velvet and clear.
A sound so sweet, it could be tasted.
Now sotto voce.
Audible art on the canvas known as air
The only thing I had to give
Every vibration like emotions
Thoughts explored though rhythm
Pain through dissonance
Every feeling portrayed in time
Lost within these walls
Again, sotto voce.
The metronome can’t move backwards
My last chord was already played
No audience but these walls
They never clapped
Never shed a tear
Never felt
Never understood
Here
I start my new song
Painting a new story on a fresh canvas
Notes without ending
Perhaps its best that way
Best to start my next song
Sotto voce