In shadows cast by melody, I stand,
A song so pure, so perfect in its theme,
It weaves a tale I wish came from my hand,
But lingers there, a distant, taunting dream.
Jealousy stirs, a flame that\'s all-consuming,
Why couldn\'t it have been my mind to write?
This beauty crafted, these lyrics blooming,
A masterpiece embraced by warm spotlight.
Envy creeps, a snake around my heart,
The artist\'s grace, their talent, skill, and ease,
I wish to claim as mine this wondrous art,
But in its wake, I\'m left with disquietude and unease.
Yet, through the green haze, respect does grow,
For here\'s a voice that\'s captured something rare,
A sentiment, a feeling I do know,
Crafted with a touch beyond compare.
In quiet awe, I listen once again,
To savor every note, each chosen word,
For though it\'s not from my own humble pen,
It\'s still a song that\'s beautiful, absurd.
I\'ll strive to reach the heights that they have found,
Inspired by the envy, by the art,
The song I wished was mine will guide the sound,
A challenge, a respect, a brand new start.
© Susie Stiles-Wolf