I have always chosen to retreat into sharps and flats.
Plunged my head into a pool of notes
And inhaled a breath of song.
In my younger years
I preferred a careful melody
to the cacophony of shouting.
Slap on a pair of headphones
and block out the world I cannot change.
As a teen
I preferred the melody of curated shouting
to the careful words of a family navigating loss.
Stuff down my grief, roll my eyes
and turn up the volume.
As an adult
I am torn asunder by reckless lyrics
that speak to my past lives.
Chords that intertwine with the pounding of my heart
A cresendo of all the emotion I’ve suppressed
Swaying in an empty room
Tears at a karaoke bar I can’t explain
The flush of crescendo
The freedom of cadenza
Forte
More
The dial can never go high enough
Flood me with feeling
Save me.
Please save me.
Fortissimo
Prestissimo
This world has not gotten any softer or slower
Offer me a booming bass
and deliver me from evil
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