reflection of me

a tear slipped down my cheek
the melody plays on
look past what you see and realize
who i am
the other side of me
the musician, poet and writer
have you seen her or is she gone?
i thought i found her words,
her thoughts hidden in a song
i pressed play and missed
her nots had been erased
so she was lost
there was another clashing
striking sound, not like hers
her melody sounds like snow falling
crystals spinning around
a delicate dance for fingers
but it is gone
when my winning, scoring, shooting
attitude disperses
i am left
and the words whisper in my head
creating, moulding, shaping a piece,
a fraction of a broken piece,
of me
have you seen her?

evz 2004

(yes i wrote it last year, and i'm supposed to be studying, so PEACE)