Symphony of Pain

Let your imagination decide what this means.

With this wood, which stands so strong. Fierce and loyal, my voice and cheer. Spreading joy, one heart so near. Walking fourth, my heart appears.

       Agony I hold so deep, breathing in for all to see. Beneath my smile and faded jokes, holds memories, once so close.

Applauding laughter shatters my soul, thoughts of days that nor grow old.

       My hand against the glowing key, pressing down, pain melody. 

Striking down, it takes the blow, spilling out to hearts of so. Crying out for those held dear, messaging, my end's come near.

    Screaming out in symphony, one for all, and all for me! Souls so lost, I build them up, speak for them, of times so tough.

Ones lost of voice and opinion seen, I stand for you as this piano screams. 

    For I myself, nor to speak, I will call this "final week." One last solo, for hearts so deep, for this is the piece of me, I'll never lose at dying's edge, for loss I draw myself a wedge. I won't give up with this melody, I'll play for all and all to be.

     Tears flowing down, the voices rise, Cutting down as sharp as knives! Anger build and sadness plea, I'll shout for those, all who need. The abandoned ones, and lost at heart, brother less, who fall apart. 

    Just don't let go, no, not of me. I'm fading fast, my heart it weeps.

Yet piano's grasp holds me close, won't let go, and sings for me. Stands so tall, shouts my pain, yells my anger with symphony.

Author's Note

I welcome criticism with open arms!