…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