An iron clamped heart
still beats despite the sighs
decaying onto themselves
in an icy moonless night.
Dreams still walk
down the cobbled path
laid with utopian bricks
even as the sky turns gray.
Music won’t stay, no matter
how cosy the storage is.
An eager heart’s quest is
as old as the song itself.
Sometimes pain takes over
from karma , in a journey
where pursuit is salvation
each beat worth a milestone.
sometimes pain takes over from karma. each beat is worth a milestone. nice