The Song

The melody,
Of all these words,
Describes the pain,
That is unheard.
The notes that
Go in minor key,
Telling stories
Of tragedies.
Chromatics split,
In either way
Forcing the mind
To follow the keys.
Her troubled pain
And all the lost fights
Are poured into notes
Flats, sharps, blacks, whites.
Beauty created
From deepest of sorrow
The only thing moving
Towards another tomorrow.