"Opus 28: Escape"
Drunk, disconnected words hover
In the frigid air,
Garbled and slurred by the
Smudged Wine glasses.
Hearts crack open with the corse, convoluted,
Conversations beneath the steady, heavy,
Humdrum of the hourly news,
Pouring out their discontent.
The irreverent, irrevocable, irritating,
Voices speak and spatter out a wordy clatter,
Rising and waning with the steady sip of wine,
Hoarsely haranguing with dark disdain.
I leave the room, pausing with one last
Glance of pity, regret, and fear behind my back;
They speak and the news drones and drones
About the rising tied of discontent.
Entering the shadowed, empty,
Room with my piano sitting silent on the side,
Music spilled along the floor,
I light a lamp and slowly sit.
Softly, I play out my emotions with serenity,
Sweetly, slowly, and solemnly,
Dwelling on the craggy chords of my discontent,
Playing the hollow pitter-patter of my heart.
Still soft and easy, I relax and lose myself in the
The arpeggios and elegiac grace notes
Twinkle with the grim attire of some evasive nocturne
Of cascading hands and plodding base.
A familiar theme seems to stream with a
Reflective, and instinctive tone I've come to know,
Playing for the rainy morns or snowy skies,
With tones that undulate and breath with sighs.
A little louder now the music ebbs and grows.
Notes half-harmonize in minor, melancholy odes
That resound with the pound of my sleepy heart
And fade away.
Still louder the cadenzas crowd the melody.
Chromatic chords and dissonant disdaining tones
Echo and rise, resound and rise, repeat and rise,
And suddenly fade away.
Sweet sweeping sounds circulate and chime;
Sonorous, themes resound as doleful elegies
Take me away from this world,
With the news droning and the voices arguing away.
I fade, but I do not fight the fading, for I know that I will awake
Longing again to escape my bleak perceptions
And feel the plodding of a beating heart
Or hear the hymn of rainy days and smudged wine glasses.