The Song

Funny things, these songs,

The ones you used to hum along,

How they go deep somewhere,

In places that should not be there,

Bringing memories from crevices deep,

Buried secrets from under the heap.

One such song came my way,

The one that made we sing and sway,

He asked me if I was around,

Was I lost or could I be found,

He was looking for a person specific,

He made it sound pretty terrific,

Where was the girl with incessant chatter,

Born to make the ceilings shatter,

The one that took pride in mathematics,

And everything that was scientific,

The one that had a spine so strong,

And she wouldn't always play along,

The one who always sang her heart,

And danced with a grace apart,

You could hear her laughter from far away,

She knew she could just seize the day.

Where is she now, that song asked,

Why is she quiet, her voice so masked?

Why does she not dance anymore,

And sing along the songs of yore,

Why is she tired, why does she cry,

Come along, let us just try,

Dance and sing with our heart again,

Float through the wind and the rain,

Finding music from the silence around,

Fill up your senses, let the tunes surround,

Walking through the air it seems,

In a world that is full of dreams,

Let the music flow through you,

Bring you love, and ambition new,

Oh how powerful is this song,

He makes me feel like I belong,

He takes my hand and makes me fly,

Kissing all the greys goodbye…