A poem left on a piece of staff paper


Just when our love found its cadence,
You changed the rhythm to our song.
Our harmony was so appealing,
Until you turned the dissonance on.


Now I’m deeper than blue. Deeper than blue


You said our love could not sustain itself,
You were happy being solo playing free.
Your improvisations were so misleading,
You modulated everything in me.


Leaving me deeper than blue, deeper than blue.


I remember the colors of the chords you played, at first wide, wide open full of hues.
Then you muted and left me there suspended, the moment I sang I love you.


Your fickle melody runs around my head.
As my foolish heart repeats the same refrain.
Our rhythms and our rhymes have all been left behind.
As this maestro’s misguided love remains


Deeper than blue, deeper than blue.