Out of Tune

The sound of your memory
plays on my mind
much like a violin.

Your breath falls on my
ear like the soft, slow
stroke of the bow
on the strings.
Your kiss brings joyful
but frenzied music,
a Bach masterpiece
in motion.

But your anger
is out of tune -
a whining screech
so harsh
it makes me
cover my ears
and cower
behind the
audience.