Cosmic Symphony Poem by Chelsea Crisman

Her heart again begins to beat,
As she watches her mother weep.
Twisted tales of sorrow's love,
The agony of a soaring dove.

She's told a story of a friend—
A friend who met his end.
No more is he alive,
His heart given for her life.

The violin's sweet strings
Give the clarinet golden wings.

A bullet through his chest
Was the result of an ignorant jest.
On his way to the 5-11,
He chose his own path into Heaven.

The red lights flashed by,
His loved ones screaming "WHY? "
In the room next to him
A girl was punished for her sins.

The piano's soft notes,
Lends the air for the flute to float.

It was a life he couldn't take
As he watched her heart fail, not break.
"Give her my life, I have no need
Give her my being; just tell her it was me."

A beautiful woman, such a strong wife,
Hated that girl for taking his life.
Believing it was planned with precision,
She did not accept it was his decision.

Let him pound the drum!
Listen to the guitar strum.

Wife to mother, was the fight.
"She's just a girl! Much too young to die! "
"He's mine! I love him! Don't take my husband! "
Such a young girl stealing the heart of a man.

Ink to paper, he then signed.
Allowing the girl one more time
To pay it forward and smile again;
Never to know what he began.

The cello rings so profound;
The bass's soul is finally found.

She felt her heart beat without strain,
Not quite believing in life without pain.
A woman glared through the glass;
Her mother rambling about friends and class.

What had happened? What was wrong?
Hand on her heart, the rhythm was strong.
Quieting her mother,
She glanced at the other.

Deep saxophone cries,
The trombone spilling lies.

"Who is that woman? What did I do? "
"She's no one sweetie. No one for you."
But she didn't believe those words.
Whatever was wrong was what she deserved.

The door opened suddenly as the woman stormed in.
"No one to her? If it weren't for her, I'd still have him! "
Tears stained her face as she continued to scream
"If it weren't for you, he'd be here with me! "

Music so achingly rich!
Feel the song hit its divine pitch!

The discussion continued.
An argument ensued.
At sixteen, the heart transplant was a miracle.
It meant a life of laughter and climbing to the pinnacle.

Though what cost did it take?
Whose decision was it to make?
A nurse came in, with remote in hand.
Then on the telly appeared a man.

Now for the crescendo so deep,
Listen as the instruments weep.

"We're sorry to say this, but there wasn't a single survivor"
The nurse looked sad, shocked through her core.
"Route 5-11 was hit by a train
Yesterday morning on its way to Main"

Shock took over the wife as wonder filled the mother.
The girl didn't understand why they stopped hating each other.
Little did she know they didn't need sympathy.
Her life was decided by a Cosmic Symphony.

Oh, sweet, sweet symphony.
You melt my heart with your harmony.