Sonata In 'A' Minor For Tears Poem by Katherine Rhodes

I can see the music in my head
and hear the notes
exactly as they should sound
but as my finger tips touch the keyboard
the vibrations that hit my eardrum
are wrong
my frustration begins to build
as someone else writes my song
and the teardrops fall
and the tune burns in my ears
so I stop for a second, pull my hands away,
let the echo cease
and regather the dots and dashes
in my head
and begin again.
my fingers move and the black and white
oscillate in time
but it all comes out wrong
I hear bits and pieces of my song
of my patterns
perverted
manipulated
twisted and turned
into God knows what.
Do I stop doing what I love
because I'm not getting what I want
or do I keep doing
what I hate, posing, and smiling
and faking acceptance of my song?

soon my tears
will cover my keys
and my fingers will
slip at a last attempt to play my song
and the notes will fade
along with my love