spicks & specks

xxi. symphonies

the instruments are warming,

the vibrations come alive.

the dynamics stack upon each other,

fighting to survive.

the chorus was easy,

and then came the verse -

the songs stuck inside of us are clashing,

notes bruising our memories;

pushing until they hurt.

symphonies too dissonant to decipher,

melodies too mundane to explain,

our heartstrings tangle while we whirl in circles,

making knots out of our brains.

the music was once a comfort,

and now it gives me fear.

one day this tune will play -

and you won't be here.