Flute and Violin 1 - A2

Verse 1

Hello, long lost love
It’s me again,
Writing letters to my hearts ghost
The one that got away

I hold them in silence,
Hide them where the old echoes sleep.
Never to be sent
But why do I still write so deep?

Maybe somewhere in the darkness
There’s a foolish little spark,
Thinking words can bend a memory,
Paint new windows floral them in the dark.

The way we ended—
God, what strange theater that was.
I’ve shelved it under Keystone Cop comedy.
I wonder what shelf it rests on with you

Maybe yours says horror.
Mine just laughs instead.
Sometimes that’s the only blanket
For sad stories left for dead.

Verse 2

You mocked me when I told you
Love isn’t born complete.
It gathers like slow seasons,
Or fades in quiet retreat.

I still can’t understand
Why that seemed absurd to you.
For everything alive keeps growing—
Even love… until it doesn’t too.

You were my “it” girl.
My body knew before my mind.
Yes, I saw the storm clouds gathering,
The Beetlejuice behind your eyes.

I named them fear,
Or jealousy,
Or wounds that time could heal.
Maybe I mistook the fracture
For something love could seal.

Chorus

Shouldn’t real love linger?
Shouldn’t echoes fill the room?
Why do we expect forever
To disappear so soon?

Maybe hearts remember longer
Than logic thinks they should.
Maybe love was never broken—
Just trapped where it once stood.

Verse 3

I’ve loved before.
Or so I say.
But mostly I knew wanting.

Only after leaving
Did I learn
How much my marriage meant.

Emotions and I
Have never spoken
Quite the same language.

I’m built from questions,
Not instincts.
Thought before thunder.
Reason before rain.

Following feelings
Has usually handed me
A map to disaster.

Yet somehow…
Here you still are.

Bridge

Now there’s someone new
Trying to find a home
Inside a house
You accidentally built.

And I feel guilty
Because I don’t hear
The same orchestra.

She’s beautiful…

But with you
It was a violin
That could split the soul.

With her…
Sometimes it feels
Like learning to love
A flute.

Neither instrument is wrong.

But they are not
The same song.

Final Chorus

You once asked
Why a man like me
Never married again.

You asked it
Like the answer
Must be hidden damage.

Then one night
You called making love to me
Amazing…
Almost frightening.

How could someone like this
Still be alone?

Maybe that’s always been
The wrong question.

Maybe some people
Love once
With everything they have.

And spend the rest of their lives
Trying to understand
Why everything
Wasn’t enough.

Outro

So I’ll write another letter
That never leaves my hands.

Not because I expect you back.

But because somewhere
Between reason and memory,
Between comedy and tragedy,

There’s still a man
Who believes

Love grows.

And because it grows…

Sometimes,
It refuses
To die.