The Death of a Song

when i realized it failed

i play note after note

and nothing

i tell my fingers to move slower... softer

and still... nothing

i beg my instrument to give me more notes

still... you don't move

i command the music to bow to my will

and it moves you not

so i play on...

my ears begin to ache---

i stand until my legs have forgotten

what movement is

the tips of my fingers are crimson

from the coursing blood that is binding them

to the instrument that i play

still no affect...

so i dig deeper---

cause i know somewhere,

i have what it takes to move you...

i am prepared to play this song

for as long as it takes you to come to me,

or til i can play it no more---

don't you remember this song?

we onced danced to it

you were easily romanced by it's notes

how could you now

be so immune to it's chorus---

this instrument i hold has aged,

but it still sounds good to me

so, why won't you move?

is it the song... my instrument---

is it... me

am i the blame?

please, just don't stand there

can't you here it?

this is OUR song...

why doesn't it move you anymore?

i am doing all that i can

to keep this song alive

but, no matter how loud i play

its as if this song is already dead to you

my instrument...

its beginning to crack under the pressure

so i grip it tighter

in an attempt to totally control it's chords

and make the song... listen to me

i'm trying so hard to make you listen

i know no longer recognize

the song that i play---

it's twisted notes are unfamiliar to my fingers

and alien to my ears

then it happens...

under the weight of my own obsession

the instrument shatters

and with it, dies the song that only we shared

it's notes forever lose--- remnants of a time

that is no longer present

but, how could this have come to pass?

i was told my instrument would survive anything

and could conquer all

so why has it failed me?

why now...

i refuse to believe that our song has ended

because without it, beauty is gone from me

and apathy now knows my name---

a song that was once so grand

is now cursed in memory...

it's notes haunting me till i welcome my final hour

how could i have been so absorbed by that song,

that i became numb to its purpose?

and i never noticed the moment...

you stopped listening

 

 

Author's Note

This piece was written at a very low point in my life. My ex-wife and i had seperated, this piece is a reflection of my thoughts during that period. Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"i refuse to believe that our song has ended

because without it, beauty is gone from me

and apathy now knows my name---

a song that was once so grand"
A grand read and write ...Thank you for sharing ...:)

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

Thank you, Sami... your visit and thoughts are always appreciated.

[Sami Khalil]

My pleasure...:)