then mere touches lead me to crescendos
and the vibrations linger
for days on end

if an emotion is the striking of a chord,
then sometimes the song you play on my heart strings
is an ominous one

but it always rose to newer heights,
until the song faded on its own

and cacophony replaced
the thrilling harmonies you sang

if an emotion is the striking of a chord,
then all that's left of us is an imperceptible remnant of
a once rapidly-oscillating frenzy