by Leah Laiben
The saddest song ever sung
was by a boy with eyes the color of chocolate
wide and wonderful
like his soul.
Haunting notes hung in the air long after the melody had ended
heavy is a heart that doesn't beat in time
heavy are the burdens left this way.
Measures after measure, year after year
staccatoed only by babies, mortgages, and time
masterfully legato into a mutually exclusive binary piece.
In a deep crescendo of silence, both subdued and grandiose
there is no more to hear
Posted on 08/08/2009
Copyright © 2021 Leah Laiben
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/09/09 at 03:05 AM|
You have made this deep silence heard in elegant terms. I love stanza two.
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/17/15 at 08:49 PM|
Very nice also. staccatoed only by babies, mortgages, and time
masterfully legato into a mutually exclusive binary piece. Love this line, but the whole poem as well.