Tuesday, July 25, 2006

The strings of love

Your music fills the air,
like a melodious storm.
I hear it calling me,
persuading me to sing along.
My heartbeat,
like a broken drum.
My voice,
like a broken chord.
I just sit there rusting,
unfixable and numb.
No matter how hard i sing,
i sound just the same.
Plain, plain.
that's all they always say.
Did you see me??
Did you hear my cry??
Of course you wouldn't,
your just a dream in my mind.
Something i can't reach or get even if i tried.

A poem by chelsea anne rodrigues.
copyright06'