25 February 2009

Masterpiece

I wrote a note I spoke a chord
You did not play what I adored
How you betrayed my simple prose
I cannot trust an altered course

The bassoon plays in harmony
But what is heard is dissonance
Unadorned rape of melody
Dissatisfied I take my stance

Directors must continue though
The actors may in bliss ignore
The fates of bleeding trumpets speak
Of opened scapegoat secrets leak

It shall be lost and never won
What's done is done and is no more
A drum has strum and cannot thumb
The galaxies of empty clefs in store

My only hope is beyond today
As you have ceased even as to stray
You've following suit to win the course
A hearing there has been divorce

No turning back, knife to the back
I hold your hand and pick up slack
Perhaps we'll strive, we'll beat the tests
With swollen hearts and burning chests

Strive on until the last bell tolls
I'll be there to bring you home

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