Disparate

(i)

Reflecting on words I never spoke –

Real or imagined, solemn or joke –

   My mind is stirred once more,

By the madness that absence always brings:

It dances foul and shrilly sings,

   Like symphonies at war.

(ii)

Discordantly drowning in minor keys,

The size of the sky and the Seven Seas,

   And all that’s in between,

While answers we seek remain unsaid,

To chance every day until it’s dead,

   In ignorance obscene.

(iii)

Fill every beat from one to ten,

Breathe from the heart with loaded pen:

   The loss of love life calls.

Stand with your back behind the breeze,

Silent as gaps between the trees;

   Unnoticed, sadness falls.