Silent Tune

If, truly, music be the food of love,
Why plays it to me just a silent tune?
A score of pause and yearning - not enough!
My sun, elusive, hidden 'hind its moon.

The messenger, guarding his employer,
The advocate, acting in my stead,
The singer's voice, hiding in the choir,
This simple heart a servant to my head.

When will this masked representation
Come to an end, unraveling my heart?
As any eclipse cannot keep its station,
And silent bars hold but a fresher start!

Beyond this silence lies my precious jewel.
It strikes me hard, for I have been a fool.