Songs Gone Silent Poem by John A. Hancock

The tallows burn whilst I muse
For my heart tis heavy upon this night
The silence to loud for me to hear
As I sit to ponder what to write
Oh sweet Christine thou hast struck dead the voice
That sang sweet music in my mind
Songs of everlasting love for thee
Enchanting words thy beauty doth define
But now the words have left me
Vanished like water upon the sand
My soul is like an empty desert sifting
Guided by grief's unrelenting hand
I beg thee ryhmes return to me
For a poet lives and breathes for the want of prose
Let my heart be quickly mended so again
That cherished music starts to flow