Lonesome Melodies

I hear the strum of a guitar–some notes dripping in pain

The night sky is lonely, bereft of its usual occupants

The trees painted indigo yet glistening after the rain

Sighing at the melancholy surrounding the inhabitants.

I wonder who could be so lonely as to drown in his agony

The dome of the firmament and hides the moon ‘n’ stars

Under the pewter blanket of his dirges, veiled in ebony

Like the anguished beast recoiling, licking its sore scars.

Oh, what verses emanate from the sickly aching heart!

Oh, what melody springs from the wounds that smart!

Yet, sound pleasant, soothe the soul like dew on the grass

Silences mind’s cacophonous, jarring cymbals made of brass

The notes, like whispers, travel and unravel tales untold

Of love once sweet and tender, now bitter and cold.

The melody weeps yet carries a hint of quiet grace

Echoes endlessly through the void of this hollow space

With each strum a shiver, a tremor carried through the air

Shouldering the weight of loss, the burden of despair.

Yet in its mourning and lament, there’s a flicker of light

A hope that sustains and lingers in the depth of night

For even in deepest sorrow, beauty dares to grow

Like fragile petals blossoming through the winter snow.

Dr. Sonika Sethi