If music be the food of love,
then sing to me always.
Sing to me the song
that shall make me happy all days.
Where’s your singing?
Where is your voice?
Where is our song?
Do I no longer have a choice?
That beautiful voice,
please sing to me!
Let me have one last choice,
I beg and I plea!
If I may no longer feel those precious lips pressed tightly to mine,
then let them part,
and sing one last time the precious song
of our heart.
Author's Notes/Comments:
I wrote this near the end of my third period class, chorus. It sort of revolves around a dream that I had that was sort of like a House episode. If any of you have seen House, love House, and seen the episode where Cutty was sick and was having the weird dreams, especially the one where House is singing “Forget your troubles, come on, get happy…” He always used to sing that and he has the most beautiful voice. My ex, I mean. And so does House. You’ll understand when you see the episode if you haven’t already. Look it up on you tube, or hulu, or something. But that is were this sort of originates from, because that always made me smile whenever he did that, and I had the dream after we broke up. It is a reoccurring dream. It sucks. As I have said before, POEM TITLE IDEAS ARE ENCOURAGED!!!
