The Coda

My lips are still shaped and molded
How you always loved them to be
With the cupids bow dipped right below
Yours
Always ready to play me like an instrument
And I was always ready to let you play me like
Your favorite scale
Always ready to let your fingers
Run me up and down
Until the piece has ended
Hoping that there was a fermata at the last bar
Of our tune

And my embouchure tightens
As the notes become harder to sing out
And my hearts pitter patter accelerando keeps an
Unsteady pace
So that I am lost within my own
Song

Well,
You and I were always the type to jump the octave
And fall down after the forte was done
Just a trip over a high note
Tripping and hitting the entire way down
Falling in perfect bell tone formation
Hitting the G, to the E flat, and spiraling past
Until I’m clinging to the E bar trying to hang on

And I’m dangling wishing for a hand
To soar me back to a crescendo
But you’re still the only thing ringing in my head
After all of this
We were Nothing more than a split second chord
But for some reason
It was always enough to make the audience want an
Encore

And as of late
All we are in the concert hall now
Is a bad diminuendo
Our duo sonata is a crashing devastation
With no sort of a decrescendo
Just a skip of the metronome
With no way of keeping pace

So sadly, you will always be the fortissimo
That moves so chaotically in my mind
The one who’s dynamics will surpass all others
Leaving no finale for myself to play
Stuck within the same interlude

With no last note to sing
I am no longer the maestro
Of my own life
In the mess of not so sweet suites
But rather the conductors stick
That will repeat the same refrains

So I wait with no metronome
And without my own Coda
Leaving me in my old mistakes
With no way
To find myself a new
Beginning

And just awaiting for the next flick
Of the conductors stick
To lead me though the same old
Song