i listened to a happy song

I listened to a happy song,

Yet sadness dripped from every note.

It accumulated in teardrops,

And oh, how they sparkled in the sunlight.

I reached out to touch them and they broke,

Spilled out their despair.

But it was a beautiful kind of despair,

The kind that you want to hold on to for a while.

Soothing, yet searing.

Filling me with warmth, yet striking me with a coldness.

For sorrow can be so lovely,

Dressed all in white.

But white can be such an empty color,

And sometimes I feel empty too.