By Lynn White
We began so well, so in tune,
catching the notes dropped by angels
and playing with them before they fell,
creating a perfect harmony.
But then, we started to miss a few notes
which fell, crashing into our rhythms,
disrupting the flow of our music,
upsetting our harmony.
Just a few at first,
but they violated our space,
causing us to miss our step and
almost fall ourselves.
Then, bar after bar came tumbling down.
Cascades of discords raining down between us.
No longer dropped by angels.
Now we are finished and falling tunelessly.
Loudly separated by discords.
Our past melodies out of reach,
devoid of harmony.