Gutteral

I keep hearing a scratching sound from the gutters

I'm not sure if it's a family of squirrels at play

or if my mind is trying to find a way to escape these walls.

Soon I will rosin up the bow and the scratching will

take on a new life of its own;

wait list, did you know youre on film?

Your apocalypse honeymoon;

there are so many frets that are worth forgetting

there is a core of me

that will never surrender a bounty of beautiful songs

not every melody will be sweet to your ears

when we realize that

 the scratching will come to a screeching halt, 

but until then...

play on.

  

Author's Note

Reviews

[Ruth]

The poetry alone rendered me emotional, add the music - I am gone...this is a stunning piece of poetry and one that leaves its mark...beautiful!

[Corset]

Thank you for the add Ruth, thank you for stopping in and for your sweet comments

[Ruth]

Most welcome, was my pleasure :)

[Chris]

We came to hear the music play ...and it did.

[Corset]

good morning coffee :D

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"your apocalypse honeymoon" love that.
maybe that scratching is Pennywise the Clown?
this does feel like we are in a Stephen King novel...doesn't it?
"The Stand" comes to mind....the pandemic being Captain Tripps....
eerie write with a true feeling of the time we are in.
j.