Notes About The Poem
Lost music is like tears on the wind. Made this rather quickly, didn't realize I was a quatrain short of a sonnet at the time.
Tears In the Wind
Tears In The Wind
Left hand deftly fingering strings on frets,
While my right hand is picking or strumming.
Composing a sad song about regrets
And searching a melody by humming.
I easily find a chord progression,
Played in a melancholy minor key,
Then add some dynamics for expression--
Reaching a fugue-like state releases me
Fleeting perfection is my endeavor.
Like tears in the wind, now lost forever.
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