caesura

it’s repetitive yes

rhythmic and thrumming

undulatingly slow

or thumpingly fast

and muted

yes

but i dont seem to care anyhow

i can only convince you

of what you want to believe

life is a timed waltz

yet you’ll never know

when it

meets its defeat

that elusive beat

that keeps thudding on

one day for some reason or other

decides it’s out of tune

or too played out too

and never wants to hear its music again

leaving you in disharmony

or worse

silence.

Solace

Why is solace so 
singularly sad
yet uplifting 
in its hushed solitude?

is it not then
we hear the lilting
melodies of our hearts? 

Why is silence
sought out
when the wind
hushes
for no one

and whispers
no names but
those we keep
secret and close
to our heart of hearts?

How could it be more tender
in any other way?

Why would I want
a pain loved so truly
by solemness
shared in any other way?

Paradise of Melodies

What words are there to explain
this love of rhythm that flows through me?

Relentlessly you compose
your paradise of melodies:

An unforgettable journey throughout my very soul.

i bring back you back to Life
with fragments of
seeped in resonance.

you remain ever-perfectly playing:
lost in snatches
trapped within the confines
of my reverberating mind.

May i forever hear your echoes…

mine to mangle
mine to keep
mine to deafen

the muted cries of oblivion.