Melancholic Melody

The image is taken from Pixabay. 

Her fingers danced on the keys

Black and White, they resembled her life

Full of color, yet colorless

As the silence was filled with haunting notes

Waves of the sea crashed into the rocks. 

Lost in the ups and downs of the keys

Intent on drowning in the music

Oblivious to the magic around her 

Eyes close in utter devotion

She gave birth to a bittersweet melody.

Again and again, the tune echoed 

Lulling her deep into the abyss

Where the whites merged into the blacks

As the tenor reverberated with emotion 

Stronger than ever, yet vulnerable to her music. 

It wasn't agony, for the pain was sweet

It wasn't contentment, for the wait was bitter

Somewhere between the distant ends of all

She lay with a weary smile 

Melancholy she called it; the grey of life. 

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Note:
Back again after another Sunday break.
M for Melancholy and M for Melody. Two words with emotions become one for my poem.