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You pick up your song and prepare to leave
Slamming the door right in my face
I bend down to pick up the broken pieces
Of a mysterious music
Something which I never again shall hear
In the middle of dusk's rapturous performance
You told me
Orations for the mind, music for the heart
You accompanied the rhythm of my heartbeat
With soaring melodies
And as I lay down to sleep
Never again did I hear loneliness' silent sonnet
Holding these notes in my hands
I wonder
Were all the arias I sang in vain
I gave my heart, my body, my spirit
With every tremor of my fragile larynx
Still you were deaf to the music that we make
When I long for the solace and solitude of Brahms
You turn up your volume and speed up your tempo
I sang, I rapped, I rocked, I rolled
To catch up with your frenzied beat
And in a pause, as I take a rest,
I suddenly realized I lost my voice
Published by The Philippine Star
(October 27, 2000)
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