how do I sense,

the fading acoustics

of a human love?

notes in legato,

currency of love -

jazz that lights up the heart,

fresh figures from fabled harp

rich, richer and richest

the soul’s accretion of relations

now in staccato,

currency of…love?

my notes waltzing about, a deafening

amalgamation of fluctuations

“at ease”, they said.

“things work themselves out,” they grinned.

valets of the red-eyed devil,

dressed in suit and tie, illusions of civility

my bespoke torturers

lookin’ neat in flames of notes,

notes that burn in staccato

the fading acoustics of a human love

a mystical figure, the heart.

once a legend, now a legion

of cries, agony, despair

the fading acoustics of my human heart