An "almost" villanelle
|Vibrations resonate today,
My aching hollow chest to fill
With music-mated soul someday.
To Mahler’s fifth I hum and sway,
It’s bleak, crescendoed rise the sill
Of window to his core so gray.
My fingers on the glass, they splay,
Pulses of intuition trill,
Connecting me to castaway.
The touch shears sheath of heart away,
Tears from my eyes begin to spill
As feet slip into sad ballet.
The melancholy presto spray
Inspires me to ink my quill
And find right words which can convey.
I mold the letters in my way
To build a bridge of naught but will.
There’s nothing more for me to say.
I know now to let music play.
Rhyme: aba aba aba aba aba abaa
Meter: iambic tetrameter