A Trickle Unbroken Then - Who Knew?

picture by mnoo

sing to me a chorus new.
of splattered mirth and smiles askew.
up the ivory keys - one, two.
a strain of me, a chord of you.

Minors dabbed in rustic hue,
Bind a pause with thoughts to chew.
Opinions, thoughts and points of view,
a trickle unbroken then - who knew?

Stars of awe and sights to rue.
Speech aligned but words are few.
Maybe, Perhaps, False or True?
Time has yet to forge a clue.