The Man Who Sold the Melody

The man who sold
The melody
A bit like you
A lot like me
Some may say
He’ll never be
Because…
A dream was doused
In make believe
A gleam with light unsavory
Once they spoke
Of treachery
Above…
How could they know it would never be?
How could they possibly be wrong?
Monday, misplaced tragedy
Under the veil of a songs
So long ago, rung, rung
Rinse to reap what they sow
Shower me down
On familiar sounds
Strings of symphony
Hover above
The man who sold
The melody
Never did I
Would I ever be
Lonely words in harmony
No love…
How could they know it would never be?
How could they possibly be wrong?
Monday, misplaced tragedy
Under the veil of a songs
So long ago, rung, rung
Rinse to reap what they sow
Shower me down
On familiar sounds
Strings of sympathy
Hover above
Shower me down
On familiar sounds
Strings of sympathy
Hover above