Time

It starts mezzo piano faint like Synthetic and serene Pulsing rhythmic pattern Resembling a heart beat for the heart Is the metronome of life In sync with time The harmonic pulses Crescendo as time goes on As the journey continues The tempo ascends gradually for a brief moment It seems that all life’s strifes Were worth it and Have vanished Now we have reached mezzo forte Tempo Intensity All harmonically ascend to a peak Hands shaking Lungs ache palms sweating Eyes burning with tears Heart beats like a drum You have finally won No We are back at mezzo piano No graceful decrescendo Time has slowed down Then nothing It’s gone your time is up your heart has played its final beat Time has ended. By Tia Harris