Note of
Love

Music is your voice
in my ear
That reverberates
In my lonely
heart
a solitary sweet
note
of love and desire

How long must one
suffer
In despair and longing
Until the end is
released
as a dove from
its cage...

Is it arbitrary
or by design?

Passionate devotion
turns reverie
Into daydreams
and reality into
Avoidance

Truth becomes an
abomination
to a lover's soul

Time grows flowers
and trees
But my heart grows
more timid
in hope

and yet
Increased in
ardent yearning

creating a
melange of intense
pain

from which
there exists
no relief

Until your music
returns to
me.

-Haviva
(C) HVM 2019