Music of the Spheres part 1The alignment of planets was a glorious thing,But no-one expected them starting to sing.Venus sang sweetly and Jupiter crooned,The rest of them chanted along with their moons.For the Earthlings below this proved quite a conundrum;The Celestial Choir was nought short of thunderousSo the people below could not fall asleepNot even by reading or counting some sheep.And so a plan was devised to cease heavenly wails,It was dangerous and daring and here is the tale...
The Unfortunate Tale of MouseyDown in the garden, still soaking in dewWhilst pussycats watched and the bumblebees flewThere lived there a mouse with an insatiable thirst:A drive to compete and a will to be first.So he went and he challenged his friend (Mr mole),All quiet and brooding alone in his hole."I challenge you, good Mr Mole, to a raceto see who's the quickest, who has the most pace.""You want us to race?" Mr Mole said, aghastFor he knew his own pace, and he wasn't that fastBut Mr Mole he was wiser than any wise manAnd so he agreed and he hatched him a plan.And so they met up the very next dayWhere bumblebees tumble and pussycats play.Mr Mole stood aside with a feline colludingWhich poor Mr Mouse, he found quite confusing."Hey, stop that!" he said going red in the face"There's no need for tactics, it's a quite simple race."But Mr Cat lost his temper, as pussycats do,extended his claws and ran Mousey through."What are you doing?" Mr Mole cried afraid"This mouse was my friend, and n
Darling DreamerPutting pen to paper is a glorious thing,a the words flow from the thoughtsto the handto the pageto you.But will you listen or read them? I can't eventhinkwritesleepdream without talking to you.Oh Darling Dreamer, I tell you the truth:I know you can't love meand I'll have to move onand it hurts me too.It hurts me tothinkwritedreamsleepsweet dream about you,but I do.I love you, I love youbut it falls on deaf earsand only the blind witness my love,but I say it because I must.Darling Dreamer,I'm sorryI love youI'm sorryI love youI'm sorry
FrustrationWhen I try to put my heart to words,my tongue trips over my clumsy lipsand falls headlong into the dust.And when I try to write it down,smudges, tears and crossings-outhide what I truly mean to say.The poetry escapes my penand the pretty words, my lipsbut someday, somehow, I will finda better way than this.I tried to sing before, honest!Just the tune was not held well andI couldn't remember what to...I tried to confide in keys and stringsbut the blasted things would never playthe song I told them to.My fingers tripped and slippedand then the keys all stuck like glue.And all this trouble just to tellthe world what I think of you!
Thinking about youThe shouting in my head keeps me awake at nightand so I'm sat here tracing patterns in the dust,thinking about you, thinking about us.I wrote this for you, but didn't mean to.It was fate that brought togetherand lack of faith tore us apart.Though my words don't make sense,they come together in my headand I see youand I love youbut I lost you when I needed youand when I needed you, I lost you.I can't help thinking it was me that let it diewhen I sit here tracing patterns in the dustthinking about you, thinking about us.