Tears on a Melody

Casting seeds on stony grounds

Wondering why they won't grow

as she wandered in the wildflowers

a child and a companion of strings and wood

sit and sing on the doorsteps of a house that is no longer there

Tears fall on the melody

And the bittersweet sound of longing drips thick like honey

Steel strings cut sharp and precise

But I haven't stopped breathing yet

My child, look me in my misty eyes

and keep telling those sweet little lies

and this heartache weights a ton

just call me when this hurting is done

keep singing those sweet lullabies

That your mother used to play

I'll be waiting outside in the hearse

Straining to hear another verse