Tune of a Broken Heart

Tune of a Broken Heart

A Poem by Judy Basmaji

Black upon white, gently gleaming in the night
Tempting, seducing, with possibilities of infinite melodies
And when fingertips strike, when tune is roused upon tune
the soul howls from within: something isn't right!
And by something? I mean the world, with all its sin and sorrow
all its anger and pain. And the heart ponders and wonders
how the mind remains unaffected, humanity doesn't bow in shame.
Because music? It's immortal; immortal and eternal and perpetual
Within its keys and strings and chords, a language only for the soul.
A cradle of warmth for the heart, a world of worry torn apart. 
And when fingertips strike, when sound vibrates within sound
all consciousness breaths in as one, and peace invades the soul
seeps through flesh and bone. And the heart ponders and wonders
how such beauty lies next to horror, how the beats of the music
can rhyme with those of my broken heart.
And still I play in the night, the keys gleaming white
I play till my nails are broken, my fingers bleed
I play till the devil feels pain for my pain
I play till the universe pauses and sways in awe
Till this wretched world goes up in flame.

© 2013 Judy Basmaji

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I really love the rhythm in those last 5 lines...well done

Posted 7 Years Ago

Judy Basmaji

7 Years Ago

Thank you! :)
K. Louis

7 Years Ago

you're welcome!

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Judy Basmaji
Judy Basmaji

London, Ontario, Canada