I wanna sing.
But I just have no voice.
You get me everytime.
You understood the music.
Your fingers flowed through
The keys.
Your thumb strummed
Each string of the guitar.
The way you'd look
While you play.
I hoped your tune would stay.
But the sound drifted away.
Time moves on into the next day.
For new music,
New sounds.
For a new voice.
I wanna make this my choice.
And I believe it is.
June 2, 2010
