by Anshudha Garimella
My violin cries sepulchral tones
Can you hear them weep?
The melancholic minor notes
Bleeding a blue so deep
There’s a song inside me I can’t stop playing
It’s a song of heartbreak, of chagrin of a heart bleeding
Sepulchral tones
Angels weep when I sing this song
Like willows in the wind
It’s a song that’s stuck in my head
And I try to drown the sound by banging on the walls
and shattering glass
breaking fragile things I was meaning to keep
Bleeding a blue so deep
I got the blues
The dangerous blue flame
I don’t wanna get burned
So I try to turn
This song into a happy one
I can change the instrument from a violin to a harp
But the second I touch the strings I start to play those sepulchral tones
Can you hear them weep
A blue so deep?
When it reaches a crescendo I can’t help it
I weep
A blue so very deep
I could change the lyrics of my song to a happy few lines
But what else to do with those blues I call mine?
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