I note these words leave your body with the urgency of a moment I have no right to share
Maybe I'm just getting in the way of where they are truly destined to be
You can't give me that look as though I am a thief having made off with a part of you
As though butterflies were not born to be caught and kept and die at the cost of beauty
All that you have thought and been is history to be written however suits you best
A student of words I'm willing to believe what truth becomes the easiest to tell
But sound is vibration and you cannot control what resonates the air beyond your lips
Even so far as an ear that rests close enough to be touched by an emphasizing tongue
Particularly when the world is privy through device to the music you have set
The happiness of an ending exists only in the knowledge that the end has not come
The passage of time is only defined by the sense of changes of the flesh and of the heart
There is no recalling of emotion when a voice is sung in honesty and melody and need