The Singing Heart

As his heart once beat, the rhythm gave off an abnormal melody. His heart sung a song that would have given the least affectionate woman goosebumps. Offering the leading solo to an old rusty guitar. Plucked by hands that were filled with wrinkles and sweat. Each note cried out to his listeners. Sadly he could never gather a crowd. What must he have done to others for them to leave him carrying his heavy heart all alone. His heart didn't consist of reds, but blues. If only those blues were equivalent to the ones that share a home with the clouds, and live next door to the sun. If only those blues were equivalent to ones that symbolize the gateway to freedom. Maybe then his heart wouldn't have played a song that came with a catch twenty-two. 

Who would have ever thought the only blues his heart had encountered were the ones that attack our emotions with sounds of sorrow. The blues that delivers a chill colder than the concrete slab we will all one day lay upon. Due to the absence of love and care within, his heart continued to play off key. If any ears were present, fine tuning may have been offered as a suggestion. He could have cared less. He wanted his heart to sing his life song raw and explicitly. Filling his imaginary audience hearts and minds with all of life's imperfections...no makeup. 

Unfortunately every song reaches its conclusion. He had came across his last verse of not a three minute song, a painful song. A song that he had endured for a lifetime. No one was there to give his heart a round of applause, nor throw his heart roses before the curtain closed. His song on earth was over. His heart refused to sing in a empty auditorium any longer. Yet his soul rose above it all. Picking up where his heart had left off...playing a much different tune, a heavenly tune.

Reviews

[Dunlack]

Thank you all

[Demi Rose]

magically wonderful

[Joe Shetina]

I like the raw feeling here. So good.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Beautiful.