Missing the Song

A Poem By Emilee // 11/20/2012

Missing the Song

The dissonance of the stained,
soiled keys-
played over, again and again.
Chaotic notes are leaping-
alive from-
the wood and ivory.

The musician-
wanting order-
for his chaotic song.
Searching for sense-
lost in rhythm,

The chord that’s strummed echoes-
soft and sad;
dripping audible tears-
on the bound world around it.
Brushed away-
by rough, unfeeling hands.

The musician-
seeking some joy
for his broken, stale heart.
Looking in harmony-
for melody,
and for relief.

The angry beat screaming over-
any beauty.
Blasting loud hate throughout-
weary lands, throbbing into -
garbled minds,
covering an absence.

The musicians -
longing for hope,
hunting in new for old,
past the original,
missing the love,
losing all peace.


I enjoyed it.

I thought of an eccentric composer.

Maddi | Wed, 11/28/2012

Goodbye? Oh no, please. Can’t we just go back to page one and start all over again?” – Winnie The Pooh


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