A song begging to be sung

there is a song in my heart
that begs to be released
but there are too many things
that I want to say, to sing
trapped in this prison, this cage
from the beginnings of Time
that need not be said was kind

but you are not here beside me
the emptiness is still hollow
the passion still burning low
try as I might to put it out
it defies all manner of vanquishing

so somewhere you walk
while I am here alone
do you feel my love from there
while I am pining?

it doesn't really matter
speech is foolish
emotion is the key
but why do I feel so tight
yet thoughts so unfettered
is this a sign of a heart
dying?