The Rhythm's Gone

You remember the villanelle, don't you? Ok, me neither. But what I wanted to write last night didn't fit anything else, so I shoe-horned it into this form.

And yes Mikki, I cheated on the rhymes. Is that an F?


The Rhythm's Gone

The singer left the stage and took his song
His last note disappeared into the night
The drums were put away, the rhythm's gone

They dragged off all the gear and moved along
Their moment came and went beneath the light
The singer left the stage and took his song.

The one who heard the music settles down
And turns his ear to its own silent plight
The drums were put away, the rhythm's gone

But rhythm that's unheard is really gone
To where a song can soar in unseen flight
The singer left the stage and took his song.

The soul who felt the music as its own
Still hears the rhythm deep inside despite
The drums are put away, the rhythm's gone

The singer leaves, but doesn't take his song
And yet to those who don't see unseen light
The singer left the stage and took his song
The drums are put away, the rhythm's gone

This post was inspired by my mood after an evening of listening to two endlessly creative musicians, who play and sing waaaay better than I write poetry.