A single chord struck in a room
Struck a chord with me.
The first, the third, the fifth.
Harmony
Uncomplicated
Natural
Mellow and sweet
Hanging in the air like the fragrance of jasmine.
So simple it hurts
Because I turn to the two large orbs in the mirror,
Woodland shaped perfectly for sight
And set in my sockets.
Broiling
Turmoil
The perfect paradox
The best of times
The worst of times.
An A diminished ninth
Or a G minor seventh
Or a Neapolitan; just hollow.
A cacophony
Mish-mashed
Forced
Pushing and shoving
A cringeworthy slam
Or the pianist's hand in frustration.
Where is the conductor?
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