BrOkEn HeArTs

She cried for all the broken hearts, 

Painted everlasting winters –
Floral patterns etched in ice;
A frozen tear to
Soften up the bastard bones.

Bow made love to needy string
In cooing fling – wanton whispers
Fondled under pianissimos,
Caressing callous hearts.

Melodrama swayed in satin sound
– Yet the player wasn’t there,
Only creamy song, soothing, yearning,
Teasing bitter minds.

I sensed her persevering loneliness
For beauty of an evening:
Romance of a tune; laughing,
Sobbing at the fire.

Then a climax –
Writhing passion cutting deep –
Wounding macho flesh,

And all in a work of musical art:
Ephemeral stories, yarned of music
Honed impossibly through her tones. 

tears~

You can shed tears that he is gone,

Or you can smile because he has lived.
Your heart can be empty because you can't see him,
Or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday 

Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember him..only that he’s gone,
Or you can cherish his memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind,

Be empty and turn your back.
Or you can do what he'd want:
Smile, open your eyes love and go on.”