On my glass windowpane
The
raindrops only patter
Now it
is all only noise
The
symphony has been lost
The tune
has long gone
The
notes only chatter
Gone with
the smoke
The song has
Some say
it is ethereal
Some
say it is most abused
Love is
only a delusion
No one has ever seen
I had
held it in my fingers
Had savoured
it in my mouth
Had
heard it whispered in my ear
When he
spoke to me in the night
In the
twinkle of those eyes
In the
corners of that smile
In the
throbbing heartbeat
When I
knotted the neck-tie
But
back then I had also heard
The
symphony, the music
The
song of the falling raindrops
On my glass
windowpane
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