Without A Song…

Without a song

Without a song my day has not begun

Everything is wrong, those not touched still

left undone

My heart is hung, and all its beats have sunk

Without a song I will have to do a rerun.

Food for my soul, I brood on every ‘♪soh♪’

Many may be able to show, how and when every turn will go.

All the keys; natural, flat, and sharp
Stand for the tones, notes on life’s harp

I am a tune. But I cannot be heard;

without a song.

So a chord is struck wherever I think possible, it cannot be wrong

I intone; the chorus is full, harmonic and admirable

my kind of morning for a love filled day

I just could not have gone

Without a song.