A Secret Chord

I KEEP YOU
IN A SPECIAL PLACE
RESERVED
FOR THE FIRST
MORNING SONG
AND THE LAST
SOARING
NOTE
THAT COMES
IN THE EVENING
WHEN SECRET
DREAMS
OCCUR
OF WHO YOU
ARE
AND WHERE
WE WERE,
ONCE IN A
DREAM
LONG AGO
THAT HAS
TRAVELED THE
YEARS
TO DIFFERENT
STOPS ON A
JOURNEY
THAT NEVER
ENDS,
GOING
FROM BEND
TO BEND
SOMETIMES
SCREECHING
TO A HALT
WITH PAINFUL
NOTES
YOU RAIL
AT ME FOR
MY HESITATION,
BUT I HAVE
MY REASONS
THE SEASONS
OF MY HEART
DEMAND
ATTENTION,
THAT WHICH
YOU CANNOT
GIVE,
FOR YOU
LIVE
IN ANOTHER
WORLD,
LEAVING ONLY
ONE LINK
OF MUSICAL
MAGIC
BETWEEN US,
AND THIS
MORNING
WHILE I
LISTEN
SECRETLY
QUIETLY
JOYFULLY
IN AWE
OF YOUR
ENDLESS
TALENT
FOR THE SOUNDTRACK
OF THE WORLD,