Sunday 8th March

This one is more recent, about seven years ago.  Another failed relationship…but then hope emerges from the gloom.  So, for a change – a happy ending.

Is This The Sound

Is this the sound that a breaking heart makes

Not a roar, not a rip, not a squealing of pain

But the incessant hum of the drizzling rain

The radio’s static drowns logic again

The binding up of the tattered remains

This is the sound of a heart’s breaking pain

 

Is this the sound that a breaking heart makes

Not a crash or a clunk or  a splash in the lake

But the gentle erosion – like fear in the dark

The crushing of confidence like every missed train

Like a biscuit on a plate left out in the rain

This is the sound of a breaking heart’s pain

 

Is the the sound of a heart on the mend

Not the swelling of brass, strings uplifting soar

Not the triumphant march or the timpani’s roar

Just the fading of mist as the sun burns the blue

The dissolving of doubt, belief in the new

This is the sound of a heart pulling through