Memories surfaced
When she struggled to hear
The symphony that once was her life
Scattered minuets mingled with
Bursts of images, feelings blending
With staccato chords of raw emotion
Prematurely her resplendent rhapsody
Once resounded in triumphant
Crescendo of love's felicity.
Shattered somber notes
Left a discord in her sad sonata
Her heart in tangled tones
Of discordant notes.
That was long ago ---
Today she has found a
Sweeter song for each
Tuneful day composes
A new opera, singing in
Harmony with life ~
Helen Crutchett
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