She plays to an audience of one,
battered fingers repeating notes
that remind her of the summer rain
(la lluvia de verano),
that fell in arpeggios on the courtyard
where the jasmin bloomed.
Gone are the flowers
(all the colour),
yet their perfume lingers
in the bedsheets
where she surrendered to his overtures,
the percussive beats of the bed against the wall.
In this departure she is locked,
craving forgotten melodies
to satisfy the orchestra in her heart,
the piano her soul companion
(and confidante)
to the symphonies of the past.
Her soul bleeds onto ivory
and storm clouds swell on the savannah
(the wastelands of her mind),
she rides the thunder in her left hand,
a rain of tears upon the keys,
she plays to an audience of one.
(c) Darren Hawbrook
p.s. to the owner of the image: I found this photo in several places on tumblr but couldn’t find the source. If you happen on my blog let me know and I will credit or remove.
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This piece captures the misery of loneliness beautifully. Some use music to translate the pain, some words. This is a lovely mix of both.
Ah, thank you. Glad you liked it 😀
What a beautifully sad poem!
Loved it!
Dajena
Aw, thanks Dajena! Means a lot to hear that from you 😀
You are welcome Darren! 🙂
Beautiful poem, Darren!
Thanks, Kate! 😀
sad.. but beautiful..
Thank you!
Darren, this is so beautifully bittersweet. Such longing and loneliness.
Thanks Lisa. They were the feelings I was hoping to convey 🙂
Gloriously tragic. I love how you weaved musical terms throughout
Thanks Tosha, hope you are well 🙂
This is really beautiful. Lovely imagery.
Thank you 🙂
Beautifully tragic, I love the imagery you create with your words!
Thank you for your kind words 😀