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My Lifeless Melody

Poetry By: aaihalbs
Poetry


Tags: Remorse, Piano, Duet, Ode


This poem tells the story of a chapter of my life. I lost my other half when he commited suicide. We used to play piano together but I can't bring myself to play anymore, it's too hard. The other day I wrote a duet, together I think it could be happy. Apart it's, devastating. I don't ever plan on having it played together because the second part is for him. Near the end of the poem I break structure because those are the lines I needed to get out but they couldn't fit. You should give "9 Crimes - Damien Rice" a listen while reading it, and maybe put up "RainyMood" in the background if you're really adventureous. It's just the sound of rain but it completes the piece. I hope you all enjoy this piece.


Submitted:Aug 25, 2011    Reads: 14    Comments: 3    Likes: 3   



The unplayed piano holds unfathomable potential
We're broken children, her and I
I dust the keys, sometimes by accident I make a sound
And we long for days gone by

Her keys mock my life, it's all black and white
We can't hear the colour
It's been a long time since I could see the music
Now each only have eachother

She's out of tune and I am out of line
She holds perfection
After you I expected this infinite loneliness
I long correction

I often perch on the bench for hours
She holds me steady
I flex my fingers, wring my hands, and walk away
She remains ready

Her mantle tells a story most would rather forget
Our life, photographs
You're merely a character in her schemes now
The forgotten half

I set the metronome to your heartbeat today
I took a shaky pen
She watched me pour our story onto sheet music
We went back again

White keys lay innocent and beg your forgiveness,
Propose a melody
I prop my music and my hands rest above our story
Aching for company

I know two parts but I tell her only one
She gives voice to a soul undone

My fingers say what I can't bear
That I'm alone and you're not there.

A duet divided for eternity resides, unfathomable potential
We're broken children, you and I
I close my eyes, sometimes by accident I make a sound
And I long for days gone by.





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