A Symphony Of Chaos

 

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He lies awake, listening to the tales of his thoughts.

They come in the form of quavers and treble clefs;

A conjugation of songs, assembled from experiences past,

Deciphering reality, through fantastical psalms,

To produce a symphony of chaos, his heart needed to hear.

Out of all the songs, one emerges with curious intent,

Humming gently amidst a turbulence of chaos.

He tries to identify the sound, but the static was too proud...

He tries to still the noise, shift the focus with the eye in his mind,

To alienate the tunes of the hum, and illuminate the trail of its chords.

Curious enough, the trail led him into the sea of roses,

A space in the depths of the deep, he had long abandoned,

Since its host got lost, crushed by a wave of thorns,

Leaving behind a broken record, now playing a symphony of chaos,

Beside the lighthouse that failed to save her soul.

His eyes stare into the window, at the top of the lighthouse,

But his vision is sifting through the occult of his thoughts,

Turning the pages of memories, in the more recent past,

He wonders who is the virtuoso, who fixed this record of old,

Adding a modern twist, to a ballad lost to the depths of the sea!

Adrift by the shore, he found clues of minors and majors...

He drifts by the beach, continued to search for more clues;

Under a pebble, he found an overture; under a shell, a legato;

But it was by the roses, before the thorns, where he found the hook -

It came in the form of a pendant, which had an all too familiar shape.

He studied it intensely, trying to identify the soul, the song it belonged to...

He bridges the intervals in his mind, picture every soul that resides within.

After aligning an ensemble of events, a face appeared prominently, 

The clandestine piece of pendant, a perfect fit around her neck;

An encore erupts, before the crescendo eclipses his thoughts!

He switched off his eyes, trying to put the crescendo on pause,

He gathered his thoughts, and wonder on his own,

Does his song sing the same tune, as hers does to his?

Easy on the ears, soothing to the heart, emancipating to the soul,

A symphony of chaos that eclipses the turmoil within!

He must muster the will, to orchestrate through reality’s demands,

To face the horrors of speaking his mind, in a realm unfamiliar to him,

In order to make this symphony of chaos, an everlasting serenade!

But before he faces the truth of his reality,

He whispers to himself the words meant for her,

“Would you dance to this symphony with me?”

Written by: Putera Ashraf