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.
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?
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.
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