With that curiously distinctive rumble,
the soft prelude to its heartbreaking guitar,
heralding the advent of something untoward,
the song already has you enraptured.
When that fragile, delicate voice,
floats its own refrain above,
ethereal yet down to earth, intimate
as a whisper in a lover’s ear,
you covet the serene wistful self-possession
of the singer content to remain apart.
His casual unprotesting outsiderness,
an only slightly sorrowful
resignation to the role of onlooker,
like a barely audible sigh from a neglected friend,
touches you with its unspoken yearning.
It’s so beautiful it makes your throat hurt,
like when you want to cry
but the tears won’t come.
See here for a poem on ‘Yo-yo’.