Disturbances of Air
The song is over, now the singer has gone
and no-one will remember all the words.
For what are words? Mere air disturbed and lost
a moment silence takes away, the sound
it keeps all for itself, away from here.
We wait for words to tell us how to act,
how to behave. We wait for songs to sing
that tell us how to love and lose, to kiss
and how to dance and sing our lives away.
But looking all around we see the song
is over now, the singer long departed
and no-one will remember all the words.
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