No Strings Left to Play
The grand orchestra is all silent now
and the old ballroom's floor is cold
Dust is settling on most spots
and soon will turn to mold
There is no more laughter now
eerie silence is the norm
That reigns over this once gayla place
where true love raged like a storm
There was much laughter and happiness then
musical voices harmonized in song
Singing of our love so true
that would endure forever long
We would be the special ones
and love to the end of time
We would never leave each other
and life would be so fine
But the ballroom of my heart
is all dusty, moldy and gray
And the orchestra residing within it
has no more strings to play
© 2000 Mike Diaz (All rights reserved)