Heart-Strings

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He played her heart

strings, plucked each

one with practised

hand, ode to joy

.

in every note. By

the time her soul

was his, he had changed

his tune, cadence

.

soured by off-colour

harmonies out of

place with love

songs; now her

.

heart-strings sag,

derelict, waiting

to be moved by

a new duet.

 

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26 comments on “Heart-Strings

  1. Sahm King says:

    Now that, indeed, feels very familiar. Beautiful, yet tragic, piece.

  2. Gallivanta says:

    😦 …. but the new duet may be better πŸ™‚

  3. Beautiful …waiting to be moved, not played!

  4. Oh, I know how this feels!

  5. Heidi Viars says:

    not really liking the sound of that 😦

  6. I’ve been gone for awhile and now back on, love your writings as always!! I have a new blog started so please visit sometime πŸ™‚

  7. this made me smile and cry.

  8. RoSy says:

    Beautifully sad.

  9. Caddo-Jael says:

    Serious bummer, Mel.

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