November 16, 2011

  • Broken

    When you came into the world you were

    Unblemished

    Your curves were smooth without

    Fault

    Your voice rang out with the timbre of honey and satin and golden yellow sunsets

     

    I promised to tend to you and care for you -

    You crooned your assent languidly

     

    We traveled, we sang, we twined melody and harmony

     

    Then a fall

    As sudden as a lightning strike

    The sound rings in my ears;

    The crack of wood on stone

    The clatter of breaking lacquer

    Of strings reverberating in cacophony

     

    Your unblemished curves, broken

    Your long perfect neck, warped

    Your edges, marred

     

    My eyes are wide, my heart skips a beat

    My friend, my companion in music -

    Is broken.

     

    I am aghast

    Forgive me?

     

    11.15.2011