When the Life is knocking you down on the Ground

When Life is Knocking You Down Straight on the Ground

The rhythm of the city is a cold, metallic grey, full of despair and untold sadness,

And the chords I used to run to have all turned the other way.

It’s the gravity of longing, the weight of what is known - -

That the hand which holds the plectrum isn't mine to call my own.

When life is knocking you down straight on the ground,

And the only solace left is a distant, haunting sound,

I trace the silhouette of him against a neon light,

A ghost of "what if" lingering in the hollow of the night.

He’s a melody in motion, a master of the keys,

Bringing every crowded, smoky room down to its knees.

But the lyrics aren't for me, though I know them all by heart,

I am just a silent listener, a world away, apart.

For he’s anchored in a harbor where I cannot cast a line,

Bound by promises and gold that say he isn't mine.

The music is a bridge that ends exactly at the stage,

And I am just a footnote on a well-worn, written page.

So I’ll lay here in the dirt until the ringing in my ears

Drowns out the bitter symphony of these unrecorded tears.

To love a man who’s taken is to dance upon the glass,

Watching beauty play its set, and waiting for it to pass.