ivor or ivor.e hogg - Secret Sadness

In silver ripples music flows.
From strings so gently plucked my heart takes wings
aloft to wander in the skies. She sings
of love and other things. She sighs and plays
upon her harp such mournful lays. I would
bring her comfort if I could
but she might enjoy her melancholy. She does
not look for sympathy She chose to be
a recluse voluntarily. What right
have I to interfere I might upset
her even more.She can forget her pain
by playing soft sad tunes but yet I feel
beneath her pain a will of steel.I know
that how I feel may be unreal. I can’t
believe that she would ever want me to
let her know that I listen to her play
it forms the highlight of my day to hear
her play and sing is my delight. I pray
that she finds happiness one day again
but until then I can listen. As she
sings and plays so sorrowfully. Oh dear
I am truly selfish I fear, to gain
exquisite pleasure from her pain.
Its true but there is nothing I can do to help

Oct 03

ivor or ivor.e hogg

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