Lonely Soprano

I’ve heard that melody before.
Don’t sing it again.
Those bars that trip over
and measures
with tempo beating out 9/2 time.
Shattered arpeggios
that roll on beautiful soprano.
Please, don’t sing it again.

A piano
that I didn’t see
and couldn’t stop
played a harmony I swam in once.
Just a drink of those chords
turned my day into sour milk
and my mind shattered mirrors
of emotion.
It wouldn’t stop playing.

A tune hummed in loneliness,
lost by time,
forgotten in love,
strummed by despair,
trumpeted by rejection
sung on a soprano
that lulled me to sleep.

Heavy fog in drowning rain
rinse the orchestra
from my silent heart
and wash the soprano
out to sea.


About markminson

Mark Minson lives in Salt Lake City, Utah. He enjoys playing games with his wife and five kids. He loves to sing and can often be found whistling as he walks. An avid shoe-wearer, you might run into him strolling down memory lane -- either his or somebody else’s. He brings humor to life through his many accents and movie quotes. He found his magic long ago, in a high school far, far away and now happily shares it with you. May you find your magic and share it with others.
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