Silence After the Last Chord

A cycle of poems «Your Melody of Heartache»

The amp still hums. The stage is bare.
No encore called, no final flare.
Just empty chairs and fading light…
And silence after the last chord’s flight.

We played our hearts out, loud and long,
A thousand nights, a thousand songs.
You stood in spotlight, fierce and free,
The rhythm of your soul in me.

We sang of fire, we danced with rain,
Built castles high on love and pain.
But somewhere past the third refrain,
I saw the cracks begin to strain.

You smiled for crowds, but not for me -
Like joy was just a melody.
And when the music slowed at last,
Our final act was built to crash.

No warning shot. No grand goodbye.
Just one last verse beneath gray sky.
You packed your case with quiet grace -
And left no trace but this cold space.

Now there’s silence after the last chord,
Echoes screaming without a word.
No crowd to cheer, no lights to shine -
Just emptiness where you once were mine.
I strum the air, pretend it’s real…
But nothing answers. Nothing feels.

Your jacket hangs behind the door,
Still smells like smoke and summer storms.
I play our demo once more -
Then shut it off before it warms.

The neighbors knock and ask, “Where’d she go?”
I say, “She needed room to breathe.”
But truth is, I don’t even know
If love was lost - or just believed.

We wrote a life in sharps and flats,
In minor keys and rising runs.
Now all that’s left are photographs
And silence where your laughter comes.

I wait for footsteps down the hall,
For keys to turn, for lights to call.
But every night, the same result -
Just silence… and my broken pulse.

Now there’s silence after the last chord,
Echoes screaming without a word.
No crowd to cheer, no lights to shine -
Just emptiness where you once were mine.
I strum the air, pretend it’s real…
But nothing answers. Nothing feels.

Maybe love isn’t meant to last -
Maybe it burns too bright to stay.
Like fireworks against the vast,
It dazzles… then it fades away.

And maybe songs were never proof
That two souls beat as one, aligned.
But God, for one wild, reckless truth -
We were alive. We did collide.

So if the silence is the cost
Of having loved with everything…
Then let it linger. Let it frost
These bones. Let sorrow have its wing.

‘Cause even gone, you shaped my sound -
And silence speaks your name the most.

I unplug the amp. I fold the stand.
I lock the door. I kill the flame.
No final bow. No last demand.
Just stillness wearing your old name.

The world moves on. The city sings.
But here, in shadows, time stands guard…
In the silence after the last chord,
I still miss you.
It’s unbearably hard.