Harm-onized Discord. Lade Breez

By Lade Breez

The Melodies dance around down the low beats/ pounding your sheets of every note I could spit/

I breathed the song you would speak like it was fresh air to me/ the music made plugged in we were perfect harmony/ Until scratches tore missing pieces in the sheet music/ drained every pen dry to supply life to the rhythm that stopped moving forward/

So powerful it held me hypnotized to her/ Music notes dropped from the throats of a begging plea/ Dancing like finger tips across the piano keys/ the song cries screeched while strings angrily disconnected from the neck of smashed violins/

I Never knew I needed her heartbeat to maintain the pep in my step/ Her pitch was euphony to every vibration as it rattled my intensity/ The bell ding to my triangle/ Still/

Expecting the consensus to maintain the perfect pitch/ I over worked the redundancy of being comfortable in my middle of discord/ took the greatest leap of faith by jumping to conclusions/ the music didn’t match the words the ink lied about on paper/ It leaked spots on notes that told the truth/ When all the high notes went flat in songs i would never play again/ the slow tempo no longer tapping to the beginning overture/ My orchestra quickly became a sonata/ A director of redirect directed the music notes that once played the sweetest symphony/ Not realizing that I had gone tone deaf to her need for my conducting/ I had stopped conducting/ blaming her like I had not/

Replaced with crashing percussion that massacred the blues/ You will weep when the music seeps deep into the grain of wood carved to make the most marvelous guitar/ until my music became a silent memory in a lost Crescendo/ My pitch tossed in the trash by the beat I could not keep/ I wanted to keep her a secret/ but the world needed to hear her speak more than me/