Poetry
The Poetry and Thoughts of Jane Carol
YET SHE LOVES HIM STILL
See he sits hands poised
To caress the keys that are his life
Melodies drift round and through him
Waiting to be written on
This tablet of his life.
A gifted man, yearning for lost times,
Chances blown away like autumn leaves
On the pages of his life.
Yet she loves him still.
He struggles with the memory
Of fame he almost held,
Of days and years that seemed to hold
A promise yet to be.
Of lost hopes and dreams
That haunt his later years.
He plays and speaks with hands
That hold the key to his heart,
He loves, but only inwardly, caressing ebony
So gifted, so alone.
What great works lie hidden in this heart,
That reaches for forgotten dreams?
Alone with his thoughts,
This gift he gives to others
But cannot share.
Yet she loves him still.