Music

Suckish title, suckish poem, thanks if you like it :)

As my eyes shed more tears,

 I hear the music come to my ears.

As I hear your wonderous voice,

 I come to the conclusion that I have no choice.

As I cling to your arm,

 I feel no hurt, I feel no harm.

But in the end, I wish you were real.

I want you here, how great would that feel?