Lost Melodies

I knew it would be a problem
I shouldn’t have gave it away
All those days of practice
And now my voice is to say

There was no money, nor time
And so I had to give it up
My heart weakened, no doubt
It could have easily fit into a cup

Months have passed since
That ungrateful moment
And I yearn, always longer
For that valiant opponent

But even more, I covet for feel
The feel of smooth, silky wood
The perfected pieces of music
I’d give anything, if I could

Because now, I hear no melodious voice
No electricity on the edge of fingertips
I smell no divine breath of wood
I can only watch its beauty and unseen lips

And regard I do, watching it dance
Hearing its heart beat a drum solo
Admiring its personality with stun
And finding it fairly difficult to swallow

But, no matter how long it may take
I will surely go back again one day
I will make music with the lake
And need I won’t evermore to say