The score
(Music: To speak of solitude - Brambles)
A stroke of hope
across pages of stitched-together scores
of notes too dark
to come to terms with a solution
you searched across pieces of verse
torn apart to dissolute
the abstract hue of purpose
lost to a rhythm
superimposed to the hum of life
backtracking
towards a point of no return
reclaiming the joys of expectation
turned to regret too easily, too often,
like a puppet of a mind chasing the present
and playing parts too eagerly remembered
while following the rules you never learned
a flow of rightness moving you along
same paths
circumventing
all the circles of a meaning
ironic
found in the midst of the continuous pursuit
of stillness
following the beat of nothingness within