notes on the piano
haunting half steps
like spring rain on my heart
gentle at first
soothing
becomes a melody of
blue melancholy
penetrates deeply
erodes defenses
leaves me raw
is echoed in tears
that slide steadily
silently
down my face
neck
breasts
becomes my heartbeat
as I fold in on myself
to staunch the bleeding
© 2017 Revised 2019 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved
It is so strange how
A seemingly simple song
Without words or voice
Can slip past every defense
A Trojan Horse of sound
Throwing open the gates
Under cover of night
Of the city called Grief
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beautifully put. . .
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Thanks
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Christine Ray – Weeping to music
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Your first three lines moved me deeply, and played in time with my Sunday morning song….
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Haunting indeed
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