Music

Poetry by adelinefecker

No,

I will not let you write your own melody over my silence.

Your notes are wrong.

Your rhythm- a fantasy.

You play symphonies over your destruction,

you conduct orchestras to drown out your emotions,

you compose a gavotte called “perfect”.

And when someone’s bow slips or they step on the wrong beat you make them

Silent

I wish I never met you

I let your song entangle me,

became so attached I nearly died when you left me in the cold. Waved your wand and stopped the music.

I will not let you write your own melody over my silence,

now I dance to my own beat.

Composed an aria unbeatable in its triumph.

A song far more interesting and multifaceted than yours will ever be.

I will sell out every venue in this city until everyone can hum its tune.

Then I'll be free of you.