TELL ME WHY?

Tell me little one, why do you so weep?

Because life´s knife sometimes cuts so deep,

Tell me why you speak with barbed tongue?

Because all my songs have already been sung,

Tell me, why do you use words so cruel & hard?

Because I´m dancing half on the edge of a shard.

 

Weep no more, the knife´s blunt, no more sharp,

Child, speak only with tongue of the musical harp,

Your songs are now new & have wings of the birds,

Now you only have need of sweet tempered words,

Your dancing´s now done upon the edge of your soul,

Tell me now child, that at last you´ve become “whole”.