I thought to raise up from the past
the words of love created last
for life finds me now silent, still,
in fear of what tomorrow brings.
‘twas a voice that hit the notes on cue
and gave to love its fulsome due
and I think sometimes you listened
in between your life’s ambitions.
But in the silence of love’s heart
there beats remembrances of past
and I find sometimes I tap-tap-tap
to a melody I cannot hear.
One day again like back then
you’ll hear me sing again
for nothing started ere can cease
because of life’s artful design.
Until, until, I sing again
remember, please remember!