Something Missing

My day has no complaints,
only good things has come of it;
was I not flamboyant,
with treasures from the summit?

Yet a lack is somewhere hiding,
twisting my spine from within;
even this old jazz tune on the piano,
feels not quite like what I used to know.

To my music have I returned,
again my dear rosewood has sang;
with melodic minors she turned,
into a rather broken-hearted song.

Is it my longing for clarity?
Light I have yearned to trace,
yet I dare not my pencils raise,
for fear of losing my lucidity.

Published in: on 24/04/2018 at 9:40 PM  Leave a Comment  

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