How can I sing
when my message
is out of key?
I pick the notes,
they have become
rote, but the tune
never comes.
It’s never freed.
A tale, laid upon
the scales, chords,
notes, and wails
never fail to mislead
among the layers
of meaning.
Strange cacophony,
a discordant blasphemy
of 5ths, 7ths, and notes
that were never known
to me.
But you
gave me the key
to finally unlock
their meaning.
Now, I howl and bleed
as my fingers feed
their flesh into
the echo-chamber
beneath the strings.
©️ Obol, 2018.
