Adagio for Strings
One heart stops, while another beats,
yet feels as though it has stopped,
knowing that mourning
has the power to be endless.
Time passes, and a life follows
its course, its pulse subject
to random intrusions.
Music will play the strings
of a heart, so that it seems
as if it will never heal.
A memory, no true intrusion,
may become a knife, turning,
tracing old scars.
Yet it’s the brilliance of that music
and the beauty of those memories
that have the power to sustain.
And a heart continues to beat.
This is a response to Poetics: Cry Me a River, the prompt from Amaya at dVerse, which is to write a poem about a piece of music that has the power to bring a listener to tears. That would be Samuel Barber’s Adagio for Strings.
Image source: Curtis Institute of Music – Samuel Barber