Unsung Rhapsody

I watch through the distant lens of a memory that is too sweet to forget as you held out your hand for the first time, wondering if I would place my hand in yours. My eyes focus on the path before me, trying desperately not to slip from this narrow road I chose. No looking back, but unable to let go. How can I move on from something this sweet that changed me so?

My melody ever seeks the compliment of your harmony, incomplete pieces meant to form into the most beautiful song that has never been sung. It flutters through the sky, refusing anything less than perfection. Watch it rise. Let it soar. Even if it goes on forever never knowing what it could be, I still believe in that unsung rhapsody.

I see life through a crystal, each color shading everything around me in breathtaking beauty. Still, something is missing. What shade is it? If only I could be honest with myself and my existence, letting my heart journey as it will. But life has never been that simple. It was never meant to be.

If I'm still enough, I hear it, the shadow of the music that has lived inside my soul for eternity.

My melody ever seeks the compliment of your harmony, incomplete pieces meant to form into the most beautiful song that has never been sung. It flutters through the sky, refusing anything less than perfection. Watch it rise. Let it soar. Even if it goes on forever never knowing what it could be, I still believe in that unsung rhapsody.

Unappreciated. Untarnished. Don't take away a note from this score. Even if it is never anything more than a distant dream, I would rather leave it there than change a tear stained mark.

Even if my melody never enjoys the pleasure of your harmony, though incomplete, it is still the most beautiful song that has never been sung. The sky is brighter with its imperfect beauty just the way it is. It will rise. Oh, it will soar. Even if it goes on forever never knowing what should be, it will always be my unsung rhapsody.

You and I were simply meant to be.

(c) 2012