Heartstrings plucked lightly,
intensity based on life events.
Each string uniquely singular,
with its own melodic sound.
Joy & laughter playfully tickle,
while another string strums a melancholy tone of sadness,
Anger binds the heartstrings together,
into one solemn chord.
Louder,louder into maddening unison,
until, SNAP…the quiet noise
of heartstrings silenced.
One by one, each string vibrates,
yearning for its former individuality
that familiar sound….echoing back.
By Sylvia Porter-Hall