My music life

I try to sing a song but my voice
cracks the walls of ‘fate’ and ‘love’.
The guitar strings of my life plays
a sorrowful lullaby.
The rhythm of my heart beats in tune
to the crashing waves in an ocean of destiny.
My heart rises like a crescendo
then falls and breaks
into a million irreparable pieces
that can only be fixed
by a song of hope. A song that is dead on the singer’s tongue.
The Pianist of my life plays the broken keys
of my fears and the impending chaos.
The chorus of my mind
has been sung too many times
making me a feather song;
soft, weightless and soon to be forgotten.
I am locked behind 16 bars and chained to an unbreakable melody.