Arpeggios wrench my heart

Fingers trace vibrating lines.

Successive chords obedient

to the stroking master’s hand.


This music’s delivery

berates the possibility

of peace in this foreign land.


Written between the lines of

a stave that traces a story

charted in black and white


I fade in the spaces

where sounds erupt and cover me

waiting the falling of night.


Then, hearing that rasping voice

it cheats me of a peaceful rest

as words break out like thunder;


arpeggios wrench my heart

while slender notes string themselves out

and tear my soul asunder