Its cloudy today
My friend is bathing
His Mrs. in the tree next door
Calling constant a curious query
“Hello, hello, come home now.”
My friend dips his head again.
I think I heard him say,
“Not today love. Not now. Can it wait?”
He dips once more, then sighs.
This time he dips towards me and says,
“Oh, the time l’ve wasted building
When I should have been singing.
Now that I have no time for either
I grasp at any moment of trilling
As if it will be that one song of life
I hunger to claim as my own.
The living melody that soars past my soul
Before leaving my mouth.
Cruel and unfeeling, life says no.
Jerks me back to this gray mundane.
She calls. So must I perform
Not the music I feel within
But the song of tedium’s need. ”
He dips once more and is gone in the green.
What is it I have lost?
Has my song been tossed
Into the middle where no one
Has time to hear?
“No my friend, this cannot stand
Rejoice with me lend a hand.
Well sing our song together
So it lasts forever.