When it ends, your status is gone. |
Refrain I’ve failed you, I know. All the gorgeous rhythms have been slipping and spiraling down the staircase, thudding with finality at the bottom. The mythic fingers have been furiously pulled across the tinkling keys creating nothing more than ear-splitting noise. You don’t want to listen anymore. Why is it that some songs lose their power when you hear them too often? The instant need to drag the needle when you can’t bear another note is overwhelming, even though it had been your first choice when your coin dropped in the slot. I used to sing sweetly. My voice, your heart, and the art in the harmony would fill the air, and our spirit, with canticles and feather-soft ballads. I’d close my eyes and you would clutch my hand, humming along, as you do. My voice now cracks, and hot tea won’t save me, nor can any sort of prolonged, thoughtful silence. The chords are tight and strangled, and though I can still make noise, my voice doesn’t carry any more. Clearing my throat to let the words come, only amplifies the discord that vexes you. Hands on ears, tweet and twitter, shudder and shiver, our smooth harmony has been drowned out and sunk by a heavy, leaden dirge. Silence would be more welcome than this. I’ve failed you, I know. I stopped singing, and now, the song is over. |