LEAVING 070410 - NO MAN'S LAND

James Michael Taylor

I found this poem I wrote back before she left. I put music to it and recorded it night before last.
Yeah, the high voice is me too.

LEAVING Key Am

Am Dm
He rattles like a tambourine, his thots, in words, adorned
E Am
She puts her finger to his lips, sufficiently informed

She knows an ancient language that answers all his fears
And in the silent darkness, she’ll kiss away his tears…Ahhhhhh

Tho words were oft repeated, they fail to reassure
He quakes there in the silence like the spasm of a lure

And from her sleep she stumbles to find him crying there
Eyes wide, in the darkness, his body wracked with fear…Ahhhhhhhhh

E
Can the maker of the pain be the bringer of the cure?

And she would pull him to her, wordless, calm his heart
And they will come together, and, sated, fall apart

Her sensual assurance will last him ’til the dawn
Each new day is one day closer to her day for moving on…Ahhhhhhh

Can the maker of the pain be the bringer of the cure?

(C) 2010 Royal T Music