The Stradivarius is silent today

No golden notes does it play

The mellow bass and the clarinet

The instruments of blues trapped in loves net

Playing their sad melodies

You are gone; we will always be friends you say

I was only a good friend to have fun with and play

No more or any less, just friends

Friends we will always be.

I will apply my very best mask

To hide my pain and tears

I do not want you to see

How much I feel.

For it would cause you pain

And that I could not take the strain

Of seeing my pain reflected back at me

Through my friend’s dear eyes

And so your friend I will be

Forever and always

I wish you happiness in all you do

And that all good things never bad

Come knocking at your door.

^© 2007 Ann Scarborough