A Sharp Note in My Throat

A cycle of poems «Your Melody of Heartache»

Flicker of nerves, the stage is bright,
Breaths cut short in silver light.
Swallowed words I never wrote -
Just a sharp note in my throat.

Heartbeat pounding through my chest,
Silent screams I can’t arrest.

A sharp note in my throat,
Tangled up in every quote,
Can’t let go, I cannot float,
Choking back the lines I wrote -
This sharp note in my throat.

We built our dreams on chords unseen,
Lost behind the velvet sheen.
Tried to sing, but stayed between
The lines that blurred, the spaces lean.

Heartbeat pounding through my chest,
Silent screams I can’t arrest.

A sharp note in my throat,
Tangled up in every quote,
Can’t let go, I cannot float,
Choking back the lines I wrote -
This sharp note in my throat.

Under pressure words collide,
Fear and truth I try to hide.
Love’s refrain is cast aside,
Still I ache from songs I cried.

If I could set the music free,
Release the sound inside of me,
Would you hear my melody,
Or would you let the silence be?

Lights fade down, the crowd moves slow,
Left alone in afterglow.
Echoes linger, hearts remote -
Still this sharp note in my throat.