Layout by: Jade Nathalie Taruc
Published by: Christian P. Avelina
Date Published: February 26, 2024
Time Published: 8:15 AM
Category: Poetry
Theme: Losing connections of love
For hours untold we'd write and freely play,
Creating worlds of sound and beauty in the notes.
Through lyric strands I'd elegantly convey,
All the feelings in my heart that you remote.
Yet now the drums of rain play a marching tune,
Beating out the staccato of my aching heart.
Your bright crescendos brought such harmony to this place,
But now your part is rested— leaving me to keep slow time alone.
I even studied scales and followed clefs, in hopes to follow where your music led,
Hoping in time our sweet tempo wouldn't end.
Alas, our adagio has breathed its last,
Slowly realizing your compositions brought such rapture to this place,
Yet when luna takes her turn upon the night sky’s stage once more,
Her silvery alto seems to sing of songs recalling our memories encore.
And on these songs I send my heart's crescendo,
Hoping its sostenuto will carry your way its amore pianissimo.
For though we now walk different measures of time,
Still hoping stars will guide this verse to thee,
Know that the adagios you composed—
Will forever be the symphony in me.
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