"Some Enchanted Evening" edit 1.0 markabec

[Mark A Becker]

Hey Tom-- I cut even deeper. You must have responded while I was mid-edit...

Tears that crawl upon my cheek are
colder than my skin and taste new to me
now. Before, as 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 there
saved and salted in my mind.

I smile through strange new tears
of half-formed dreams, and see now
how the Silver Cord, will soon enough
be severed from my mortal form.

“Some enchanted evening”
I will sink into my chair of dreams,
and open up the locks, and out will pour
the raw emotions of the person

I have been, yet never truly was.
How can it be that music moved
my days a long, but all I ever was
became an old, old song?

Hey Tom- I re-inserted the Silver Cord, by addition, 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 see now how
the Silver Cord, though taut, must soon
be severed from my mortal form.Holy shit, that's a bit heavy. I'm not dead yet...I just get a bit weepy over music

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?

I get the feeling you like this......