Tune of a Broken Heart

Black upon white, gently gleaming in the night

Tempting, seducing, with possibilities of infinite melodies

And when fingertips strike, when tune is roused upon tune

the soul howls from within: something isn't right!

And by something? I mean the world, with all its sin and sorrow

all its anger and pain. And the heart ponders and wonders

how the mind remains unaffected, humanity doesn't bow in shame.

Because music? It's immortal; immortal and eternal and perpetual

Within its keys and strings and chords, a language only for the soul.

A cradle of warmth for the heart, a world of worry torn apart. 

And when fingertips strike, when sound vibrates within sound

all consciousness breaths in as one, and peace invades the soul

seeps through flesh and bone. And the heart ponders and wonders

how such beauty lies next to horror, how the beats of the music

can rhyme with those of my broken heart.

And still I play in the night, the keys gleaming white

I play till my nails are broken, my fingers bleed

I play till the devil feels pain for my pain

I play till the universe pauses and sways in awe

Till this wretched world goes up in flame.

Reviews

[K. Louis]

I really love the rhythm in those last 5 lines...well done

[Judy Basmaji]

Thank you! :)

[K. Louis]

you're welcome!