Beauty in Deformity
“Beauty in Deformity”
Flawlessly the dissonant chords resonate–
rubbing and ringing.
The pain in the notes bearing
a crying, a caressing,
The rhythm alternating
while voices crescendo.
A sometimes echo reaches
from the depths of wretchedness,
sparks a light, illuminates, dazzles, grows to a blaze–
reverberates from the fleeting chaos,
rests on the notes past
and drips lovely peace.
Music is born from the belly of
And still in consumate tension,
Beautiful is the perfectly formed deformity. Continue reading “Beauty in Deformity”