Sweet Song of Tumult

The melody is melancholy, the harmony, divine.

Somber pulsations of rhythmic dissonance coalesces
the nebulous sequence, discrete and disjoint.

Cries of cosmic loneliness quietly resonate in woeful stillness.

The songbird slowly transcends the canyon of malaise.

Drive diminishing, she weeps to the humble stratus layer,
longing for emotional camaraderie and revitalizing self-validation.

"Oh dark cloud," she quavers
"The earth has disappeared!
My direction waivers,
for I know not any destination."

The docile cloud slowly replies,
"Breathe deeply, sweet songbird."

The songbird quickly retorts.
"Forsaken are my words."

Onward she flies.
Bewildered.