Is it a dream or distant memory?

An Italian Concerto begins

The alto singer bellows

A passionate tale

Proud and stout

He commands attention

                                                      ­      A classic narcissistic symphony


Balancing a tight-rope

A thunderous crescendo begins

Drums rattle and roll

Strumming your violin

You tip, waddle and fall

Boom, Bang, Ting, Tang

                                                          A­ symphony of broken things


Your white walls marred

Sheet-Rock littered floors

By years of crimson scarlet

You know this scene by heart

This is your life

A dramatic melody

                                                         ­   A symphony of broken things


You muster your courage

Hit your knees and pray

Picking up the pieces

Hoping his tune will change

You begin an ensemble

Piecing remnants together again

                                                          ­      A symphony of broken things