The Music Isn't There

 

There was a time when I was young that life was oh, so grand                    

I’m sure I wasn’t worthy of such a perfect hand

I walked along the seashore, the moonlight on my hair

I woke at dawn and laughed and sang, I didn’t have a care.

The world spun round for me alone, and all good things were mine

I thought that it would never change, life always would be fine

But I don’t have to tell you ~ you know as well as I

Good things don’t last forever, we sometimes have to cry.

One day there came into my life a special kind of friend

I thought of nothing day and night but spending time with him
He said he’d love me always, and never would depart
Then he grew bored and went away, shattering my heart

And now I walk along the shore, the moonlight on my hair

I wake at dawn but when I sing, the music isn’t there

Neither is there laughter, nor does the earth still twirl

Nothing good is left for me; I’m just a lonely girl.

                                                                   ~pth 1981