A broken heart's song,
Starts out slow.
A confusion of melodies,
With easy flow.

Keys of a piano,
Play a sad tune.
But nothing compared,
To what comes soon.

Strings of violins,
Add to the gloom.
The broken heart's song,
Fills the room.

Confusion fades,
The hurt settles in.
As a Theremin's cry,
Creeps under the skin.

The pain is too much,
For the broken heart.
As the days go by,
The anger starts.

The beating of drums,
From hitting the wall.
The crash of cymbals,
As you begin to fall.