Man-Made Music, September Edition

Yes, I have remained faithful to my blogger-promise and now offer Part Deux of man-made music. I'm trying to stretch myself a bit in this hobby of mine, so please bear with me in my experimentation, and please feel free to offer your thoughts or critique. I really enjoy writing music but don't have much at stake in it (album sales aren't really an issue), so I won't be offended by disapproval, dislike, or honest criticism. I also won't be angry if you'd rather just listen to the homemade song and not comment at all (though it will certainly make me feel less special).

Here are the lyrics.

Poros and Penia

I still have the night

When you stood in the door and lingered

And both of us seemed right

When you opened up your eyes

I still have your stare

When I looked in your heart

And we both knew from the start

That both of us were wrong about something

And one of us knew but wouldn't say

That he stood on the stairs

As I reached for your hands

He watched and he waited

And love is all you wanted

To forget when pleasure showed his face

And you turned and walked your other way

And distance offered empty space

I still have the night

When you stood on the stairs and lingered

And both of us were right

About standing still in want about something

And, oh, the words in your mouth

Were lying in the folds of your dress

And waiting for the winds of the evening

To blow them away

or breathe into me

And only one of us knew

That he waited in your room

To guide you to your tomb

And show you how to cover up something

And show you love was only for something

And love is all you wanted

To forget when pleasure showed his face

And he laughed and let down your hair

Took off your clothes and dressed you in disgrace

And love is all you wanted

To forget when pleasure showed his face

And you laughed when he let down your hair

And distance offered empty space

Note: I decided on Poros and Penia because they were, as Socrates is told in Plato's Symposium, the parents of Love. The former is representative of abundance, the latter of need or poverty. The song isn't about the story from Plato, but the idea of Love having such parentage is what I'm trying to get at.