Heartbeat

Morning dew dripping from my eyelids doors banging at the center of my heart as the symphony gets ready to start. the flute begins with a champion song while the listless crowd jeers merrily along. brass, rhythm and base my lips tremble with sadness, and I could not escape this emptiness. The sound increased, but the pain did not cease. Tump thump lub-dub ba- bum chanting sounds from the congo drums reduced me to crumbs. The violin ushers in, and the vibrating trumpet sound begins The chords get louder and louder exploding emotions in the air, leaving me cold, empty and bare. The manipulative trombone echoes through my ears, and the deceiving guitar tune appears, in one second everything was said and I scrambled hopelessly to my bed. It rips up my innate passion while they look upon me without compassion. I waited for an answer but he was entwined with the belly dancer. The symphony increase, every beat exposed the daunting rhythm to my piercing soul. they appear one by one, raging without control Tubo, trombone, French horn and bassoon harps ,tiako and bamboo flutes made their speechless debut, heartbeat telling me the truth. ©2013 Christine Phillips