It’s Over
sunshine could not match your first smile
when I longed for you to hold me
now I spend each tear-stained night
wondering why you have not told me
it’s over
the thoughtless rain falls yet unceased
the wind can’t chase dark clouds away
the leaves won’t grow on barren trees
perhaps they too need you to say
it’s over
silver stars have lost their twinkle
golden moonbeam’s light is duller
gay butterflies are painted grey
even rainbows have no colour
it’s over
each cold minute of each cold day
my heart breaks because I love you
the snowflakes shiver through my soul
they can’t stop me thinking of you
but I know it’s over
Click here to hear this poem put to music by my California-based friend and musician extraordinaire Kris Anderson:
Sound Bite Fiction 
PS. the Leonard Cohen feel to this song is great! 😊
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We are flattered beyond measure, Kris and I!
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These are excellent collaborations! Really, I’m so impressed 🙂
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Then I am happy, thank you.
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This one I can relate too Elephant/CE. I have learned many times as your speaker, closure is not something many of Get. Usually a person does not tell you it’s done, it’s finished. Instead like the speaker your left hoping and wanting to hear those final words even though they never come and you no better, that it’s always been over. It’s such a sad thing. I do hope fir the speaker, he has told himself it’s over and been able to move on as much as possible.
Hugs.
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Ah, my dear sweet Amanda, always analysing the words. Perhaps there is some life experience in everything we write, but sometimes it’s just a poem!
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Yes, that is true. I think my English degree ruined that in a way. You go into it thinking why does the poem have to mean what the prof says with historical context etc. because you never know what a person is thinking when they write a poem. You come out thinking every poem has a meaning or several, but you are right sometimes a poem is just a poem. Thanks CE. Hugs!
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Un grand plaisir, cherie
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Bien 🙂
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So haunting and beautiful!
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Thank you, Robbye, I will convey your words to the musician.
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You are welcome!
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The poem was waiting for a musician the way you wrote it. Kris does a great job of interpretation with his rough and mellow style.
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Interesting view, Em, you know I just write what is waiting to escape.
I will pass on your kind remarks to Kris.
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I like how you formatted the post to put the recording at the bottom. It allows me to get an impression of the poem before I hear it put to music. It’s a chance to experience the piece twice, sometimes in two different ways.
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That is very constructive, Mandie, thank you. I like that the reader forms her/his own view before Kris creates in his particular way. Obviously I love what he does or I would not post it here!
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Bittersweet. So beautiful!
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Thank you, Sailaja, very kind
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beau et triste 🙂
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Comme la vie des fois, ma chère Gys
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Music by Kris Anderson
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