A Lying Symphony

Matthew Cormier

The words are charged with passion and promise

They penetrate the soul like Cupid’s arrow to the heart

It crescendos to a captivating climax, emotions amassed

Relief,

Catharsis,

Let melodies melt the mind

See clear though blind

Ears wrought to a fine, silky white glitter

Worked to the bone by deceitful tone

Listen to them sing, and sing, and sing

Free from the fire of the incessant ire

What more could the heart require?

The music,

It calls

Like voices in the walls

The rotten, lying symphony was never there at all

Replay, replay

Repeat, repeat

In moment sullied through

Try to find an answer here is all that you can do

Dissect every word and study every phrase

Play it once again

Go through it all in vain

It entices, it lures, it promises

That there lives an answer among these melodies

And though their great gleam penetrates the final fog of forgiveness screaming

“Join us!” these feelings never last forever, endless struggles repeat evermore

Like a broken record, an ouroboros dwelling in its infinite overlapping coils;

Trembling in cold, dark, silent turmoil,

It leaves you wandering, a vagrant in a void

Alone once again in the absence of music to console, to comfort

You lift up the needle,

Move it back,

And restart the symphony once again.