"Some Enchanted Evening" edit 1.0 markabec

[tectak]

Hey Tom- I took liberties, by subtraction, below:

Tears that crawl upon my cheek
are wet and colder than my skin and taste
new to me. Before, when music played, I felt
no deep regrets, no heightened states.

Why now, when music plays, do I find
emotion's seat?  Those thoughts I thought
were dead, at this late hour, are all
saved and salted in my mind.

I smile through tears of half-formed,
former dreams, and now see how music
lifts me high above my mortal form,
my soul is gently raised, then taught.

How sweet the honeyed baritone,
smooth and sure of pitch.
The minor keys drift distantly,
but somehow match, then fit.

My played-out, mixed up memories
of those useless, youthful years:
I remember many things,
yet not the things themselves,

just the bonded tight emotions.
“Some enchanted evening”, I will sink
into my chair of dreams, and open
up the locks ,and out will pour

the raw emotions from all  those egos  
I have been, yet never truly was.
How can it be that music played my life
but all I was became an old, old song?

...but Mark, where is my Silver Cord? It is "taut" as tight not "taught" as learned
Best,
tectak