~~Music in Mourning~~
Oh how misery sings to me,
in wailing moans of agony.
With shrieks and groans as overtones,
within a dismal symphony.
And woe; it rings from somber strings,
and echoes with the winds.
It rumbles like a perpetual storm,
amidst weeping violins.
And lo, how confounding it can be.
Deciphering tones that lack rhythm and flow,
and trumpet the disharmony.
And though, it plays for me alone,
the constant mournful steady drone,
is an endless tribute unto thee.
John French 2011