Poetry by Jeff Green

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Who needs music?

by cricketjeff on March 3, 2009.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

Each time we speak a love-song seems to sound inside my head,
      Your words are notes a maestro cannot play.
I try to join the chorus and to follow where you’ve led
      But I can’t find the words I need to say.
I see you walk toward me and the ballet’s come to town,
Whatever you are wearing is a grand Versace gown.

You changed the world I live in and you changed the way I see;
      No artist can portray my altered view.
I can’t undo the changes, there is nothing left of me
      That comprehends a life removed from you.
I look up and I see you, as your smile reflects the light,
Unless I know you’re here with me, it’s darker than the night.

I close my eyes to see you, as you walk across my dreams.
      Your perfume seems to flow from every flower.
Your shadow forms from silver in the moons unearthly beams.
      A day with you can pass in just an hour.
Each time we meet a love-song seems to sound inside my head,
Why would I pay for music when I hear your heart instead.