Caught in song

there is a song for
each heart that has ever
touched themselves to mine.
playing in the theatre in
my often troubled mind.
Joy nor sadness truly reigns,
as heart rending is often queen.

faces with songs exist
long after emotion and name
have fallen prey to time.
such power these sounds have
to long after romance has died
still bring the heart to tears.

what allows another to see the moment
before it has come to be,
so well to write the words and notes
that will eternally haunt the mind
remembering pain and joy in the moment?

is the muse so cruel
that the songs
that tug
the heartstrings
are but inspiration
and quick pen?

the moments caught and held
meant to entertain the masses
end up breaking the heart.


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