Strings.

Strings.
(Notes of the heart)

Such a brief note I made,
so thin, so slender in the air.

My heart was not a drum,
neither a sax, nor a piano,
just a wasted violin crying,
playing one last lonely song.

Her hands will never hold me,
her touch will never come,
and for so I will be broken…
in saddest songs of tender love.

Each string will move according
to the name so carved in my tongue.
Memories will never be forgotten,
I’ll sing our songs forever more.

Mourning in the distance you will hear me,
every wound, a sound exposed to you,
and beneath my ribs, the strings of music,
you’ll find my soul and heart in grief of love.

Someday I will and you will see me,
someday I’ll maybe find new love,
but until the day comes to set me in silence…
You’ll hear my voice, the voice of broken hope.

-Strings-​

 

A beautiful and well thought out poem. It's been a pleasure stopping by your letters.

xoxox

 

Pleasure is always mine...

Thanks for the reading.

 

dear friend ur thoughts are very lofty the end are the best, i like it, you"ll hear my voice, the voice of broken hope ! is a pleasure to meet u !!

 

Thanks for passing by, it's been a pleasure.

 

beautifully sad, love it.. Yes it is me. I've been missing stuff like this. Impressive as always. It was so nice to read you again my friend, you are still as talented as when I left. Merry Christmas to you, and lots of snowflakes full of love.
Pemb

 

Such a beautiful surprise... indeed, it will be a merry christmas now.

Long time no see, my dear friend. You left for so long and i've been away too, but still, i always think of you, the bird who comes and goes... but it will always have a place to return. I'm glad you liked it, i'm glad you came to see. As i'm getting older, i'm still remembernig my girls.

Have lots of kisses, a warm and tender hug. Snowflakes full of love... i already had my gift as you showed up.

Merry christmas my dear pemby winter.