Transition State Poem by Elizabeth Shield

I felt the music die in me
Going slowly by degrees
Now in its place the figures whirl
And lists of numbers stand unfurled
All this cycles through my head
The songs that once were there are dead

I felt the rhythm fade away
Much slower than the end of day
And all that moved me once lay still
Now nothing brings my heart a thrill
Yes, now I think and use my head
And all the melodies are dead

Have my emotions petered out?
I neither cry, nor laugh, nor shout
As regularly as before,
But when I do I love it more

When will the reason come to me
As sudden as a summer breeze
That sweeps the ling'ring clouds away
And gives my doubts no cause to stay
Can I not have both heart and head?
Or is my spice of life now dead?