The Soloist

Her heart cries out like a broken violin,

Her soul is strangled beneath her skin.

Music flows through her aching veins,

Melodies whisper what her heart restrains.

A sorrowful song escapes her throat,

Her heartbeat sounds the perfect note.

Her soprano soul is lifted higher

To sing beside a blood stained choir.

A heartbroken chorus rings in her bones,

Her laments are locked in microphones.

Fate is composed into a doleful croon,

The angels harmonize a tragic tune.

I hear her farewell symphony resonate,

And her echoes repeat my love’s too late.