I am dark and brooding.
there is an anger
that simmers,
sizzling like
a red hot pan.
where are the songs now,
I ask no one in particular?
where are those tunes
that have haunted me
for long decades past.
what comfort do your melodies bring.
your words that have so moved others
are falling on my deafened ears.
I am now empty of them
and they are empty of me.
How I long for that sweetness again,
when the notes dance with the letters
and my heart marvels at the miracle.