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Poetry
by
M. B. Baldwin
Ballad of the Minstrel and His Lady
Two hearts caught up in the music
but not united
He on stage
Spilling his heart
She in the crowd
Calling out praises
which fell unheard at his feet.
Once they had loved
So strong that she believed
it was for life,
But his music meant more
and she became
no more than a part
of his wardrobe
--expected to be around always
like his favorite pair of jeans.
But even old denims
someday go to rags
And one day
as he took his final bow
tears began to streak her face
for she knew there was no encore
Before the curtain went up that day
He had told her their music had died
--that his heart no longer sang for her
--that perhaps he'd been mistaken
to believe it ever had.
She would never forget him
his lyrics beyond poetry
his music beyond melody
the guitar strings dancing
beneath his touch
The radio assaulted her heart
Every song
--even those they had not shared--
was a memory
A vision as well as a sound
--His face
more vivid
than a photograph
in her mind
And even time
did not fade it.
Sometimes she wondered
if she could go on in life
But she managed...
In time there was new love,
truer love than she'd ever imagined
the kind that even death does not kill.
Then one day he returned
Put to shame and broken
by the very same game
he had played with her
Knowing he had been wrong
He told her his heart had always sung for her
and that it always would.
Her love for him had not died
But her new love
could be broken by nothing
This she told him
with tears in her eyes
and he knew there was no choice
He turned and left
before she saw the tears in his.
And they both knew
Their song would play forever
in their hearts
Though their souls
were never meant
to live in harmony.
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Poetry
by
M. B. Baldwin
Ballad of the Minstrel and His Lady
Two hearts caught up in the music
but not united
He on stage
Spilling his heart
She in the crowd
Calling out praises
which fell unheard at his feet.
Once they had loved
So strong that she believed
it was for life,
But his music meant more
and she became
no more than a part
of his wardrobe
--expected to be around always
like his favorite pair of jeans.
But even old denims
someday go to rags
And one day
as he took his final bow
tears began to streak her face
for she knew there was no encore
Before the curtain went up that day
He had told her their music had died
--that his heart no longer sang for her
--that perhaps he'd been mistaken
to believe it ever had.
She would never forget him
his lyrics beyond poetry
his music beyond melody
the guitar strings dancing
beneath his touch
The radio assaulted her heart
Every song
--even those they had not shared--
was a memory
A vision as well as a sound
--His face
more vivid
than a photograph
in her mind
And even time
did not fade it.
Sometimes she wondered
if she could go on in life
But she managed...
In time there was new love,
truer love than she'd ever imagined
the kind that even death does not kill.
Then one day he returned
Put to shame and broken
by the very same game
he had played with her
Knowing he had been wrong
He told her his heart had always sung for her
and that it always would.
Her love for him had not died
But her new love
could be broken by nothing
This she told him
with tears in her eyes
and he knew there was no choice
He turned and left
before she saw the tears in his.
And they both knew
Their song would play forever
in their hearts
Though their souls
were never meant
to live in harmony.
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