Heart poured into a beat
Flimsy fingers reluctantly slide over pallid keys
Leaving behind a soft trace of melancholy,
Hesitating at every broken note and chord.
Recreating the works of Tchaikovsky and Beethoven
Tales that have been told a million times before,
Careful taps on the black and white scales
Flawed attempts at retracing history.
Eyes shifting slowly across the folded pages
Jagged beats patterned to form an indecisive tune
Gliding through the intoxicating rhythm
Painfully.
Pieces of the melody entwine to form a song,
The notes fall through like heavy rain halting
Only to moments of silence.
The strained sound of one’s own heart
poured into a beat.
