His music was lost
no longer was it bound
to the realm of attainable.
The symphony was spoiled
sickened of coherence
of pretentious harmony.
It saw a silence
with a cragged enclosure
averting the perfect sounds.
Letting only the crude in
like beats of a broken heart
like rustling of weary leaves.
Jun 6, 2019
Jun 6, 2019 at 7:20 AM UTC
His music was lost
no longer was it bound
to the realm of attainable.
The symphony was spoiled
sickened of coherence
of pretentious harmony.
It saw a silence
with a cragged enclosure
averting the perfect sounds.
Letting only the crude in
like beats of a broken heart
like rustling of weary leaves.