…drowning in the melody

At first you played me like the strings of a violin
fingers and feelings dancing like moonlight
the notes caressed my soul, soft as a symphony
drowning in the melody, lost in our rapture
it was already half past midnight when I felt the shadows
and the whispers of destiny calling to me
your song drifted from far away
no longer beautiful, the illusion revealed
your music repeating without feeling
now a scratched vinyl record
the needle skipping again and again
each revolution, more and more pain
the mournful notes and I taking flight
the dream that you were still painted on the night
© Ann Bagnall