Broken Yet Mended!

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I sat at the end of the hall,

My seat rising a little above all,

And it all started with the tap of my feet,

The involuntary ripple in my fingers,

As they play along the music on my knees,

And my shoes clicked on the timber!

And I closed my eyes as the acoustics rose,

And echoed across the hall,

Crisscrossing in many a random forms,

Departing the stage from wall to wall!

And images of unfathomed depths,

Arose in my puzzling mind,

Rising from forgotten past,

Of what was long left behind!

Or created from imagined future,

Beautiful, benign, rich and lustrous,

Deceiving the reality,

Raising hopeless hope within me!

And lost I was in the depths of mind,

Furtively changing yet sublime,

Watching her live, feeling her death,

Laughing her joys, sorrows bereft!

Dancing to her songs, her wishes on my eyes,

Wondering along, lost in her denies,

Trusting her grasp, sensing her closeness,

Sharing her tears in the ultimate oneness.

As the music rose happy and joyful,

My eyes were wet an sorrowful...

The music stopped, the echoes ended,

The lights turned on and I was mended!

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Written for Midweek Motif at Poets United!