All was well
I don’t know how.
I stare now at a bare wall
Alone in this glum room
With nothing but a few resilient memories
And a few verses that I remember.
Music was quite a friend
I often conversed with myself, drenched in the melody
But every now and then when the music stopped
My heart sobbed
And wandered like a balloon undone
Alone in the winter cold
There is nothing else to do
But runaway to places anew
I know I must do away with time
Singing my favourite rhyme.