I pirouetted over quavers, <br />leapt over demi semi quavers, <br />sang arias to the opera, <br />cooed ballads to the radio. <br />From low to high, high to low, <br />liquid music leapt from my throat, <br />it cascaded like diamond rain drops in summer, <br />kisses from top C's, bathed me in happiness. <br />I let out emotions through music <br />just like a breeze, <br />with ecstasy, with delightful pleasure. <br />Now, my throat has closed, <br />the melodies, unreachable. <br />All I can do is listen <br />and even my hearing is not so sharp. <br />They tell you hearts are broken <br />from lost love, nights of passion <br />gone too quickly and discarded. <br />My heart is broken by the music, <br />once so easy to my lips <br />and now impossible to reach.<br /><br />Ruth Walters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lost-voice/
