“Monachopsis”

The melody no longer rings the same,

and no, the harmony is not to blame.

It’s the years spent in an orchestrated song

filled with root beer chords, where the days are long.

Adagio— her fingers play the chords with no aim

Heart beats in quarter notes, another smile to feign

a silent plea; the sun's rays, like yesterday, wane.

Andante—she plays away from the original key beating the gong
The melody no longer rings the same.

It’s realizing life is not a prize to be framed

playing a piece, rigid and constrained

Accelerando—she changes the rhythm to sway along

to the tides of a new serenade; headstrong.

There have been changes but no shame

This melody shall never ring.