The Composer s Regret

A cycle of poems «Your Melody of Heartache»

Silent keys beneath my hands,
Echoes fade like shifting sands,
Every chord a lost duet -
I’m the composer’s regret.

Wrote the lines I can’t erase,
Haunted by each broken pace.

The composer’s regret,
Melodies I can’t forget,
Notes that whisper deep and wet,
Songs of love I soon regret -
The composer’s regret.

I shaped the tune with reckless fire,
Passion burned but lost desire,
Every note climbed higher and higher,
Till silence wrapped the funeral pyre.

Wrote the lines I can’t erase,
Haunted by each broken pace.

The composer’s regret,
Melodies I can’t forget,
Notes that whisper deep and wet,
Songs of love I soon regret -
The composer’s regret.

In every rest, I hear your name,
A haunting song, a whispered flame,
The symphony now feels like shame,
Lost in echoes, lost in blame.

If time could mend the shattered score,
Rewind the notes I can’t ignore,
Would you forgive what’s gone before,
Or close forever love’s lost door?

Fading notes dissolve in air,
Silent grief I cannot bear,
In this song, no one’s left there -
The composer’s regret laid bare.