Beautiful melodies poured
from her black and white keys
He was pleased;
She was happy.
Then he began to find flaws:
a note missing here and there,
a sharp instead of a natural,
a minor key for a major one.
She tried hard,
to tune her melodies to his rhythm
But, day by day, he appreciated less,
Finding flaws in every piece of hers.
He told her that her music is bland,
that she has no taste,
that she cannot ever write a perfect score.
She was baffled,
for not long ago they were perfect for him
She could not fathom this sudden change
Then she saw him with a new melodist,
and understood the reason
A shock wave tore all her written scores
The black and white keys abandoned their chores,
creating only laments in the course.
They were not her forte,
though she wrote them
to ease the burn she feels inside.
She went on for a while
with her miserable laments
Frustrated by its dullness
Angry at the same time
with the fallen melodist inside.
She reviewed her music
and sought the flaws,
that he said filled her music.
Then she realized,
It’s not any flaw in her music
but his need to change melodists
that drew him away.
Pain flew out of herself
Happy feelings crept in,
knowing her music intact;
knowing they are perfect scores.
The fallen melodist lifted herself up,
With the new-born energy of self-worth,
And the beautiful melodies once again
poured from her black and white keys.
