Time Runs Thin

The music comes
To dramatic endings
      As the tick-tock eyes move
          Back and forth
        Back
      And
    Forth.
The four/four time of my heart
  Has filled the beats,
    And filled your soul.
          But music is what you speak,
      And music is my whole.
        Alas, time runs thin.
And my words ended in awkward clauses,
    Never finding the right notes,
  Not finding the right tone.
      I wanted to make you smile,
        But I ended up flat, clashing,
          My words in discord.
A brand-new notebook, filled
          With the ideas of a
  Mad man, yet
        Never finding their way in.
    The silence after the song fills
      The page, as
Time
     Runs
       Thin.