Finding Composure

Posted in response to a One Single Impression prompt on “melody,” a Saturday Free-for-All prompt on “You rearrange me till I’m sane,” a Sunday Scribblings prompt on “happy ending” and a Monday Mural image (left).

“All my longings lie open before You, O Lord;
My sighing is not hidden from You.
I wait for You, O LORD;
You will answer, O Lord my God.
Come quickly to help me,
O Lord, my Savior.”
(Psalm 38:9, 15, and 22, NIV)

Finding Composure-
Seeking Remission from Decomposition

A single chair folds with a creak,
As audiences sit and peek.
The violins are tuned and set.
We’ve come to focus and forget.

The maestro lifts his graceful wand
To carry ears to realms beyond.
The happy end, for which we thirst
May never be too much rehearsed.

I’ve sown too many wild oats
‘Mid tattered sheets of written notes.
The melody that hides beneath
Is difficult to share, bequeath.

I clutch the bow and grasp the frets,
With buried bountiful regrets.
The composition fairly sings
Of ragged memories, broken strings.

A single sheet in any key
Will never offer guarantee.
For music does require a muse,
Your inspiration to infuse.

The masterpiece, it must found
To resurrect a lovely sound.
The truth is ever painful, plain,
“You rearrange me till I’m sane.”

Author’s Note:

“You rearrange me till I’m sane” is a single lyric from “Brain Damage,” a song from Pink Floyd’s 1973 album, On the Dark Side of the Moon.