If only I could find the words
To whisper in your ear
The music of my heart undone
Whenever far or near
Remembering the chord
Across my heart
Fingers playing pianoforte
As if in deceptive cadence
Of impressionistic consort
My mind welcomes da capo-dolce
Making my heart soar
Remembrance of the music
Bows crossing with appassionato flare
Creating desired andante
In which within tempo
Is sometimes hard to bear
Often there are phrases
My young soul wants to play
Although experience forces
A fermata
Fear of making grave mistakes
Albeit, I keep asking
Must I keep my muse at bay?
If only I could play the song
Gently upon your ear
The music of my heart undone
Whenever far or near.
Lucretia Bailey
