Lives in the chords

 

Music can be a time machine,

whisking you across ages.

A feeling deeply felt

lives in the chords,

in the chorus,

in the words that softly sing,

before they belt out a yelped cry.

A sound that can sting.

 

A teardrop exploding

into a thousand

splashing little clones.

It lives on the moans,

the guitar drones,

the tune that wallows

then raises rushing the bones.

 

That crushing heartache within,

reverberating

with the pounding drums,

a machine gun volley

punctuating every guttural cry

It's a folly, a swollen tear duct of

memories that had sunk so deep.

 

But they all live in those notes,

in those tones,

the little dusting of harmony

that coats the singers throat.

They only live in the sounds,

but still they make you weep.

Old memories reach up

from somewhere in the deep.

 

 

 

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