Melody of the Broken Hearted

Time flows outside in the world but here remains the same.
Written in a trembling hand, his final words explain
this room was to stay unchanged, a conditional bequest.
With his final breath was born a room darkly possessed.

In the deep night hours, when the moonlight falls just right
a melody, more felt than heard, gently disturbs the night.
A song of unrequited love, each note forming a part
of a never ending composition of a broken heart.

When he was alive, the composer gathered with such care,
the greatest works of love and gently placed them there.
He believed that somewhere in them he would find a verse
with just the perfect words that would end his lovers curse.

He toiled through out his lifetime with increasing sadness.
Each year of his struggle marked a descent into madness.
He knew the answer lay there – the words to make him whole,
so he bargained with the devil. For more time, he'd trade his soul.

Each word, each phrase would call to him and could not be ignored.
He'd carefully transcribe them into sharps and clefs and chords.
He had formed a vision in his heart, born of love felt deeply,
that salvation from his pain lay in the perfect symphony.

The music became his passion, it meant more than life.
His obsession become paramount, it was as if a knife
had cut away the world.  His mind was finally twisted
so that only he and the music remained...nothing else existed.

As all things worldly, over time, we return to dust.
His love is gone but he still writes because he must.
Of life, of love, of peace he is totally bereft.
The devil never loses.  Time is all that's left....

Note

Thank you for reading my little tale... Please, take a moment and leave a comment.  Criticism, praise, reactions... all are equally welcome.

Ken