Dead Music
My music, my music
Where is my music?
Did I in a fit of despair
Throw them in the dark somewhere?
Now all chords hang
From the branches of trees
Entangled, Absalom-like.
It seems meaningless to play
DC al Fine
DC al Fine,
And transpose
Notes
From strings to branches
And watch them break and die.
Where is my music?
Did I in a fit of despair
Throw them in the dark somewhere?
Now all chords hang
From the branches of trees
Entangled, Absalom-like.
It seems meaningless to play
DC al Fine
DC al Fine,
And transpose
Notes
From strings to branches
And watch them break and die.
Labels: poetry
Selected by incognito |
15:42 |
2 Comments:
Excellent writing as always!
Pragya
Great metaphor of musical frustration... After the first rhyme though, was expecting some more...
Guitar, I presume?
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