i plunk untuned keys aimlessly
when empty words misspell themselves
brittle fingers on cracked black-and-white,
regurgitate cacophonic fears in broken eardrums

the drums i used to match my heart to
are now beating a new and unfamiliar tune
with blatantly manufactured metaphors,
dry and flat, singing in off-key crescendoes.
doubt and confusion cracking
through their oft-trite syllables

i'm trying to learn your song.

a/n: after only 16 hours, my heart longs to beat in sync with yours. pathetic.