Sonnet 1

My heart aholds a beating

One from a different time
The rythm it's repeating
It is no longer mine

 

My tongue 'round words will meander

The echos of a voice
A once such true defender
Now leaves me without choice

For I must to the beating dance

And with the voices sing
Allthough the days have long since past
Where this would change a thing

The melody of prior gloom

Is now completely out of tune