Reminiscent Muse

As he delicately struck the keys
A minor chord began to echo in her ears
He rose off the podium and threw down his baton.
“Darling, remember the time when we...”
Forced smile tells the epic story
vermillion blush covers sapphire bruises
cadenza of chortles is all that was heard
a once- perfect harmony, now disjunct and diminished
a wholeness subdivided into qu ar ter s
staccato statements from the remnants of his muse
improbable to know how this rhapsody will unfold
no accelerandos.
her life is in lingo like a breath- stealing fermata.
the conductor alone has the power
leaving this one- woman orchestra hanging suspensefully…
unfinished symphony . . .

© 2004 Makini Raziya Slaughter