Silent Crescendo

The other day I chanced upon two lovers,
Embracing by an observant sea
While giving them a scornful look; I turned away.
And pangs of sorrow enveloped me.

You see... love’s always been an undrawn curtain,
An elusive treasure behind cautious drapes,
Occasional light may slip through its apertures,
But an all- too- familiar darkness holds sway.

Sometimes I feel like that little kid,
Desperate to peer over frenzied crowds.
Climbing, jostling, pushing myself upwards
To see what all the commotion’s about.

For love is like those implausible peaks,
Picturesque from afar but hard to achieve.
Encircled by the concealing of clouds, only
The tips of which aren't covered in shroud.

I suppose it’s like that mysterious ballad,
Where but shadows pirouette to its tune.
And as the music gains momentum,
A silent crescendo comes crashing down.