vocalise

What's the point in sound
If I can't vocalise something so profound?
What's the point in light
If it won't crumble into dust
And what therefore's the point
In love or even lust
What's the point in memory
If time keeps moving on
Why does my mind torture me
With things that are long gone
What's the point in yesterday -
Tomorrow's just the same
When you cool I crystallise
Then melt into your flame
What's the point in words,
If they can't bring you back
Even being beautiful
Can't make up for what I lack