Searching for the Perfect Match

Her fingers run up and down the keys
tapping each ivory and onyx bar to find
the notes that perfectly match together.

 

To play the song that’d match the beat
of her heart she strums her fingers
against the strings of a smooth neck.

 

Her pen scribbles ferociously dictating
the rambling of words playing over
and over inside her heavy head.

 

Tears from aching eyes smudge the ink
into streams of black water falling down
the white pages until it’s too illegible.

 

The perfect song is what she years for,
to be proud of something, something people
will love forever, to win the heart of whom she loves.