MY MUSIC

I hear a sound

A sound that comes from a heart

A heart that loves

And a heart that cries.

I hear a noise

A noise with rhythm

A rhythm with harmony

And a harmony that leaves a broken heart.

Then here comes silence

An irritating sound of silence

Because there was no sound

The sound of love that turns to mourning.

It is not goodbye

Nor it is not mourning

It is the end of life

Because love is gone.

How can there be music?

If there is no rhythm and melody.

That only love can make

And that music is you.