Only Quelled by the Music
These memories are like songs in my head
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1 min readMay 24, 2022
Memories are the melodies of my song—singing to me
all night long. Nostalgic harmonies
accompany the bittersweet tones of careless laughter
and innocent wails—a trail
for me to stroll along—like you once said—when I’m older
now: never more frail. All my ails—
the rhythm of a heart that keeps on beating, not yet knowing
what it means to fail. Answer to my calls—
my body stalls, in no one moment:
I don’t count the seconds, for life’s meter
is not simple nor compound.
Experimental—evolving over time—
uncertainty is a certainty—my anxiety
is like a stretto that keeps on layering
the same, haunting motifs upon the suspense—then a release,
until it builds back up again. All the songs in my head—
Dread—
only quelled by the music.
