happy accident

Magical symphonies burst through your dreams,
at the speed of sound they are echoing round,
but with a graceful tremble, it stutters then falls,
whilst ever we teeter on the edges of crumbling ledges.

So you were the hope to cling to but instead my grip it falters
and if I’m still holding on, we'll put it down as happy accident.
I'm done with this falling into place, always landing on my feet,
something has to give and for a while now, I’ve thought it might be me.