Today is a struggle to write.
Normally it just flows out
but I feel everything clashing around inside
like a broken piano

notes plunking off in
a sad beat lacking the coordinated effort that is music
this piano is out of tune and jostling so many notes at once
in time maybe it would sound like OM, a prayer to the universe

but it’s mere noise now.
no ballad
no orchestrated point
only the belting notes
staggering against themselves
to try and stand up as a single piece

strangling the inherent melody
timeless invocation of saints and gods
this beauty is mired in it’s broken self
forgetting it’s wholeness outside of song