Focused on the outer world,
the tragedy seemed real.
Yet there, within her heart,
a newborn melody was singing.
Resplendent sounds of symphonies
unfolding for the first time into life.

Pure and holy vows lay shattered.
Meaning fled from all their chatter.
The slamming of the door
was never finally endured.
It opened yet again to memory.
The wind blew in such haunting melodies.

A touch of love. Too real - the empathy.
Succumbing to the ever ardent need.
And there, within her heart, an ancient,
newborn melody kept singing on...

? Michaelette ?