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The Music


Today’s choice is a symphony in C minor With sorrow dripping from each stem In staccato stabs into my heart. A legato frowns over the mournful melody, Smoothly, sweetly singing me sins In a clamoring cloud of sound hanging over my head. The rocks inside my brain keep rattling around, Unnecessary percussion to the somber soliloquy. Sometimes my ears ring from the force of the fortissimo; Why should such a song grow louder? It’s more relatable when the chords are soft and melancholy, Violins weeping for us all. I thought for a moment I caught The beginnings of a phrase With some major chords and simple refrain, Snatches of a song I once knew- But it faded as soon as it had come, And the symphony screams again In the recesses of my mind: The forever repeating soundtrack of my soul.
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