Feel your ribcage rise as you immerse yourself
into the dancing keystrokes of the piano,
as your fingertips trace the curvature of the violin.
Its wooden spine shudders as you coax the secrets from its varnish.
Your blackened eyes will snap shut
as the laments of the violin are heard
over the opinionated rumbling of syncopated drums.
Find your God within the conspiring voices of the guitar.
Feel the warm breath of nights gone by on your frigid skin.
This song has seen your nightmares, floating like demonic marionettes
clinging to cat gut strings.
There, mingling with the dirt under your fingernails—
the reason why the pulsing veins in the conductor's hands
forces you back down into the grooves of your chair.
Can you immobilize yourself—your palms facing the unrelenting rain—
as the moth-eaten edges of your memories shrivel under the sun?
Do you hear the distant echoes of your regrets in the low thrumming of a drum?
The beat marches its way toward your restless lips
as they claw for meaning within the empty void of each breath you've taken.
Your insomnia is chasing you underground.
The promises you made were not enough.
Where is your God?
*inspired by "Hurricane" by 30 Seconds to Mars
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