August 5, 2020 First try writing for a bluesy jazz singer, also notably this is a work of fiction, no need to read too much into it.
I’m in my depth…
I take my breath…
And even if you don’t know that I do…
…I sing this song for you.
This feeling when you left…
Feeling lost and undressed…
It’s like missing life’s first cue…
…and I didn’t even get to choose
There is darkness beyond the front stage light
It fools me to think that you just might
Be with the crowd in the haze of the smoke
And in the closeness of this darkened room
I rise above my heartfelt gloom
To share with you this intimate night…
[Affettuoso]
I don’t know where you are,
Not, that I have searched very far
I am still in the place where you left me
Dust falls on this table and this chair
Touching my skin and I’m aware
That no matter how much I look, I can’t see.
[Diminuendo]
In this depth…
I hold my breath…
And you’ll never know that I do…
…and so my soul sings for you
I know that at best…
That I am sad and bereft…
Feeling so lost and so blue…
…wondering what happened to you
Loneliness is a little prophetic
The emptiness even a little poetic
It’s self-fulfilling with no way to win
My heart weeps to its own content
It’s like dreams that I have dreamt
Drowning in what might have been
[Forte affettuoso ]
I wish I could have opened my heart to you
In a moment, you would have known the truth
If I had let you touch the depth of my soul
And though I had opened my heart to you,
What remains is a brittle shard of my youth
Knowing I will never again be whole.
It’s ironic…
That in love’s death…
Just how little is left…
And even though everything is through…
…I hope my dreams come to you
So I’ll take what’s left…
With it, I know I’m blessed…
Knowing what was, was true…
…and I sing this song for you.