Resting On Your Shoulder

Resting on your shoulder
As the music softly plays
No need of wit or repartée
Because the hearth
Does not yet smoulder.

Resting like a boulder
On a Sisyphean perch
That must inevitably lurch
Down - and down again -
Where souls all moulder.

Resting on your shoulder
Was an inconsistent way
For our concerns to be allayed
The falling rocks
Obscured the music as the world became much colder.

Written April 4, 2012.