Your musical note
-struck-
a
low ebb
and all of a sudden,
the tears came
flooding
out of
this dam.
The saddest note
waited
so long
to be heard,
by
you and me,
and
forgotten humanity,
for,
if we cannot
handle our sadness,
we will not be able to
handle our happiness.
Slipping through our fingers,
we die
slowly.
Drifting away
from the music
that is playing
in the ballroom of our lives.
Time for a new ballroom,
a new song,
a new dance.
A high musical note.
