Music.
The music of a heartbreak is not heard,
But felt in the tremors of our heart.
It is seen in the brimming over of a water,
Fall over our lids,
Beautiful in its meandering slow flow.
And so I hear the music that comes from a heartbreak.
It's not a smash or a crash that makes head turn,
But a unique note.
Its frequencies and amplitude of paused beats and murmurs of longing.
It aches before it breaks as it crumbles to disintegrate lovingly into pieces.
This sound of a silent heartbreak takes its own place in the grand orchestra of life to add to its story of wonder and splendor.
I then with care put it all together pieces in the peace of the night.
With stardust I fill in the cracks with tracks for light to course its new home.
Aaru,
Heartbreaks are not talked about usually,
But that is when we fail to see its beauty.
I share this poem with you with that courage.
Stay blessed.
Aaru.
