The rhythm’s gone.

The harp got its string tangled,

Its sweetness is lost.

The tempo got hurdled

From the storms

Of yesterdays’


The notes lost

It’s magic

Of casting spells

To doomed heart.

Sad song came out of the


Where the usual

Gay was born,

Where the tears were

Usually drying up-

Now, again, have

Flooded in my tired

And weary heart.

Music lost its touch

Since thy love got


To the music of thy

Owned heart.

-11th of February 2006


©2012, J.B.Tamayo

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