Spoiler
I was listening to Chopin's Etude op.10 no.3, or in other words 'Tristesse', and was inspired by the sound and the story it told. This is the poem it inspired.
Tristesse
Ivory keys, sing to me -
sweet thoughts a melodious motion.
In fervent hearts, a passion’s song.
Inkling to hope, want to love,
pain to ease such needs away.
And all that’s left is you.
Crescendo heights, a winter’s cold,
blanketed in sharp, rigid sound.
Fresh wounds concealed -
The wish and desire to create,
repulsed by the arctic barrier,
of an icy organ’s steady thump.
I kiss the sound, petal-light.
Draw it in with every breath,
and let the warmth return, fiery.
Fingers splayed over a candle’s flame,
intoxicated in the tender heat.
An intimate temperate moment.
Dance away, oh lovely one.
A rendering of lukewarm kindness,
until all is but a tepid memory.
Cursed resonance, unassailable hum,
and then silence, oh silence.
A tristesse for what once was.
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