Within Poem by Elizabeth Haasch

why the howl of the moon is crying ever so softly now my dear.
Why this slipstream banquet seems as if it’ll end.
Why life is too short to count the seconds as they pass us by
and why the light doth shine
within
Why this heart of mine is fluttering like the melodies of Mozart.
The ivory bouncing with the hammers
within

Why questions no more need not be answered.
Because life has new meaning when love is
within

fresh air. I breath and this moon won’t cry
and the banquet never seems to end.
Why these seconds don’t matter
and time is just numbers on a clock that you can read
within
Mozart plays a new song,
an unchained melody built with chords harmonics and solos
within

This masquerade ball has come into play
and the melody is ringing loud
within
Where within me you will find a sort of strength pleasing serenity
Within