Tonight I Hear The Strange Music Of Myself Poem by Shalom Freedman

Tonight I hear the strange music of myself
A quiet song and perhaps another memory
I live in the lyric of my own sweet time
And do not know where it will bring me

Beauty is a kind of love
And sometimes we do get answers
To be loved once was happiness
Singing one's soul alone can never be as much

Here before the night comes
And peace is lost to endless interruption
I make my own unforbidden sound
And feel nothing but the sadness

Of what will be
When I am not.