Two different songs,
completely out of sync.
We spent so long
trying to make
the harmonies link,
when the whole soundscape
was being played in a different key.
Where the lyrics you sung
were not ones
written on the page I see.
Our rhythm was out of time,
yours beat so fast,
mine, slowly chimed.
Two songs played
simultaneously.
Each one a wonder
when heard individually,
but when the sounds blended
together,
a cacophony,
played by a twisted
demonic orchestra.
A musical monstrosity.
Those heartstrings were played,
on a harp made of glass.
The shining light cast out
dazzled and glared
across my eyes.
Blinding me to reality.
Twisting the image,
a window of fantasy
and still the orchestra played
fingers frayed
by the razor strings
of the song set free.
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