Discordant

Scraps~n~Scribbles

I can’t seem to let this go

The feeling that I am missing something

I can’t hear their song

Everyone around me 

In step, striding in sync

There is an aim in every action

Every footfall facilitates each

To some goal

So I wear my mask 

To pass amongst them 

But I am slipping

Do they know

I can feel the strands 

But can’t hear the thrum

I sense but don’t see 

The connections between 

Brothers and daughters 

Husbands and friends

Vibrating from each side 

Tying one to the other

Allowing them to dance in time

Matching Resonant frequencies

Amplifying each other

While in others the music fights

Each refusing to hear

Only to be heard

Until the magnitude dwindles

And they stop dancing

These can’t last

Do they know

The song is beautiful because it must end

Still they march and sway

In step as one

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  • sorenbarrett

    I love the line "the song is beautiful because it must end" there is deep thought in this it is the silence that defines the music. There is no beauty without the stillness of contrast. Well written and a fave

    • Scraps~n~Scribbles

      Thank you sorrenbarret. I am humbled knowing others feel a connection with my thoughts.

      • sorenbarrett

        You are most welcome it is my pleasure



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