Ache’s symphony

Listen closely to the background score

 

In the start,

It’s the mechanical whir of popcorn vending machines

The splashes of the crashing waves

The clinking of the cutlery by a roadside eatery

The soft lub dub of the heart.

 

As time goes by

And love longingly looks at the door left ajar,

craving for an escape

the sounds are faded,

suppressed, replaced, traded.

 

You now hear

the phone beeps which never arrive

the tinkling of the ice as it slips down a half-filled vice

the sobs you gulp down while the office meeting’s on

the voices in head, yes, the ones you dread.

 

Listen closely, is it music or is it noise?

Is it still love or just another regrettable choice?