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.


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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