The Music Of Love Poem by Kevin East

I left her at the station.
Before
Jumping on the train.
My heart pumping pain.
Then the music of love will play.
As the world takes me away
-Again.
She frantically waves
And nothing ever saves
Me from that rush,
Tears I have to swallow hard
To crush.
It is all goodbyes.
I blow a kiss,
Which hits the window
And sadly dies
At my feet.
I'll see her
When I run the film
In my head.
As moon burns over darkened street.
I dread
Her never hearing my cries.
When the curtain between us
Is drawn.
And I wait with the feathered choir
For dawn.
Then the music of love
Will play.
And I will ache
Like the moon does
To kiss a twilight bay.
I'm forever taken away
-From my sweet girl.
I write notes
For the rhythm of the night.
And mix them with a starlight swirl.
Then cast wishes
Into dancing firelight.
But
Like a ballerina crushed.
Or an ocarina hushed.
I watch beauty
Leave the stage.
Then
The music of love
Will play.
Tugging the harp of my heart
In silent rage.
Hugging the morning
Like dew drops on a leaf.
Just surviving
Until brush strokes of her lips
Touch mine.
Reviving
Belief,
And hope.
A portrait of utter joy divine.
I cope,
Then
The music of love
Will play.
As pain and ecstasy
Entwine.