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I want to play a song for you.
I'm afraid of getting it wrong:
Elvis just seems too sad,
The Beatles you'd laugh,
and I don't know if Lou Reed
wouldn't bring even more silence
to this late afternoon.
Don't say a thing; don't tire
your purity of a broken bird.
I know it resonates
in every song
aligned in ceremony;
we can't escape
the presage of melodies.
Don't lie like this
in the shadow of my night;
when you open your arms
someone might die
of love and kill you.
Wait a little longer;
let me be the one to run.
I want to play a song for you,
a blunder you might forgive of me.
I'm afraid of Joni Mitchell;
don't laugh at The Beatles,
or at Led Zeppelin.
Maybe you will answer,
relive my kiss
inlaid in the pages
of your body, dilacerated
by the song that was lost.
Ah...the beauty of songs. The melody lingers ~ the memories continue on.
it ebbs and flows but in a nice way..and brings forth vivid images in my mind.
Now this one I especially like. There's something about it that invites rereading; though I'm still wondering about who's really all tore up about the lost song. Oh, one other thing ~ this almost has a lyrical feel to it, though the way it's done here is leagues beyond most other feeble lyrical pieces usually tendered here.
A tender, poignant eulogy. Love the imagery throughout, esp in the final stanza.