Monodies

There were songs left lost with chords
of lonely aims, of hearts unclaimed
of things like death off-beat.
like doom of keys now breaking
or doors kept sealed kept screeching.

The poem,

This heart that lost its melody
and stopped its pace but not its peace;
of caged laments, unbreathing,
self-poisoned, imprisoned
still not unhoping.

The poet,

The voice of a silent noise,
kept sealed with unheard poise
of love, kept locked, forgotten;
remembered duets, of you and I
of the beats and the claps and the vow
of a written song unsung, till now
was a beating never present;
and we are never one but two
melodious but no harmony
together, alone.

The lines,

All connected, but not you,
and I was left still singing

The love,

still not unhoping.