Your Song Poem by Bryan Riley

I heard your song-
that simple melody you played,
the one that flowed with such sadness
down through your being;
through your fingers and
down onto the keys.

The haunting surprise of
the chord change-
the unexpected black key
that drove everything away
from the simplicity of the
opening notes; away from the
quaint angst to reveal the
glaring depth of your
profound sorrow.

Was that the soundtrack
of your shattered life?

I can still hear the first
four notes in the sequence,
but the middle has become
somewhat muddled in my mind
-Except for that one note that
changed everything- THAT one
will live with me forever now.

And so I'm sorry. At the risk of
causing you to re-experience
the pain that first brought the
music forth- I might just have to
ask you to play it again.