Notes dance around inside my head
each vie for place on the page
to perch on lines as cabled birds
who wait to nest on the stave

In moonlit room I hear the song
dash it down with biro'd quill
the muse returns in fluttering gloom
as the staves begin to fill

I scribble wildly whilst I hear
call of 'dots' to sit on lines
with tails of ink and bended staff
Grieving tears now start to blind

I need the dots to speak to me
of feelings long gone and lost
unlocking soul - not just my heart
Bitter pangs the music costs

As morning dawns I realise
my folly - Am I to do
what others tried so many times
pull feelings from heart on cue?

Feelings that will not let me go
beyond the barriers made
within myself I try to hide
and lock my heart in a cage!