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Neverending days.
The workdays never stop, and
the news churns out the worst of us.
Sleep won’t come.
You listen to music in bed;
when the discord starts, sleep takes you.
You sink into chaos.
The madness of the music
accompanies your terrifying dreams.
Pot planted flowers
grumpy at their owner’s taste
in music, singing
You invited me to take a voyage on the notes you love.
We journeyed together, listening to the way songs changed over time; we embraced our favourites and kept an open mind.
Now, I remember you by a series of your favourite songs, which I sometimes play alone.
After many years of love the bow broke,
then the music of love stopped playing;
we began to drift apart and separate.
Littered among the remains of
the two of us
are the ashes of music instruments.
All the music we played for each other
is now burnt
to the ashes on the floor of our parting.
Wind from the hills moves down,
moving across fields of colour.
Waves of the sea move through
the spring blossoming flowers –
moving, swaying, blooming.
A melody plays on the wind,
a song from the many birds.
Whispers of so many scents
dance in a poem on the wind –
melody, music, movement.
Born from silence on the vibration of small strings, your young life gathers tempo; childhood days by the pool become teenage nights by the sea.
The Notes of Life flow through you; the notes gather pace as the wind whispers of love’s first blush.
Feelings set in on the vibration of louder strings, then gather momentum as the notes move into place. Love takes over, becoming so loud that your heart might explode.
Then the feeling is gone; you know what it is to be an adult now. Sadness sets in as the strings slow down; you learn to pull yourself apart.
Then the Notes of Life gather pace; you wish the sea would dash you against the rocks, for your heart might explode.
Pain moves along the strings as thoughts of darkness and light ebb and flow. You know who you are as the strings soften and your life gathers pace.
Then the strings produce a heavy sound, and you cannot understand what the vibrations mean as you struggle against the tide; the sea holds your heart.
You see him standing there.
You’ve never felt this way.
Your whole heart of strings vibrates, for you have found your soulmate.
C & K 