Something always leads me to this
by Jared OrlandoI began to write you a song and
The words were just right,
Capturing every moment exactly
As I pictured it in those days.
With the melody soaring over
Mountains of clef and bass
Oceans of warm and joyous rhythms that
My eyelids danced along with
Sweet timbres and tones
Grazing sweet Italian planes
On itÂ’s way to some place beautiful,
Peaceful and serene.
Yet on the way down
A note went flat
Sending my gracious flight
Into a tailspin
Realizing that my propellers
Were you
And I lost you way before
I ever left the ground.
12/14/2008
