soliloquy
my baritone heart
sings on a lonely stage
before empty seats
longing to be a duet
he dreams
of your soprano heart
here alongside of me
without you
a crowded auditorium
appears barren
as the insistent echo
of my baritone heart
rings in hollow halls
he croons a ballad
a song meant for two
a song unrequited
a soliloquy
he composed
just for you
The Lonely Author 