Words-stringed together in rhyme
Simple melodies I’ve played
Or strings pulled from my own mind
I see them again…
Behind the white-lined blackness
Of tomorrow’s time…
Delineated by day and hour
And each remaining
Between two ends of a page….
Then there is a beginning again
A fresher place to play
An old tune refined…
As if never heard before
And breaking through the barrier
I resolved to try once more
To regain the reason
For believing in today again
A purpose that seemed secured
Only yesterday….
Romeo Della Valle
