You stole my song
That was my melody to give to you
When the last note of our ballad was muted,
When our chorus was finally quieted,
When all of the instruments were given to rest,
You covered your ears in an
anthem
with a treble clef of bitterness
with a bass clef of pride
with a grand staff of a new freedom
And within the reverberation of memories, regret, and vulnerability,
you cradled my song
Guarded by a wall inscribed with lyrics which you and I shared like a constitution
But constitutions are voided
Songs are lost in the collective frequency
Music evolves through new voices, harmonies,
and inspiration
And at the end of a concert and following
the opera, there is sometimes an encore
But always a new song
