I Pen the Songs

I pen the songs
between the dawns
but the melody
is never right.

I need your music
to my words
I need your voice
to give them life.

I reach for you
when I close my eyes
looking for your truth
to clear away the lies.

And there are days
when the music doesn't play;
times I don't think I can
but you take those worries away.

Still, I'm left with just lyrics
and no way to sing.
I think about the bass you play
but it doesn't mean a thing.

Voices start to haunt me
in the early hours of the night.
Images of you singing taunt me,
I reach to hold you tight.

But there's only air,
there's nothing there,
and my dreams
slowly fade away.