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Chords of My Dying Love

Dean Traylor is a freelance writer and teacher who writes about various subjects, including education and creative writing.


From a dark corner

of the crowded theater,

I saw her take the stage

one last time,

playing her tunes

for all to hear

and to see

her in her radiance.

They fell quickly

under her spell

and moved and swayed

to the rhythms and beats

coming somewhere deep within her.

And, she felt their presence,

embracing it,

loving it.

And those huddled masses

fell in love with her.

But I

didn’t move,

for I mourned.


The music had left me.

And I knew

I lost her to

her greatest love of all.

I hung my head low

and quietly slipped out the exit

as the audience rose to applaud,

and ask her for more.

I made my way to the lobby,

never looking back.

For the chords of my dying love

became a decrescendo that faded

out into obsure silence

that rang too loud and clear.


© 2018 Dean Traylor


Kamalesh Chakraverty from Sahaganj, Dist. Hooghly, West Bengal, India on January 24, 2018:

I loved this poetry, written beautifully.Best Wishes, Kamalesh

Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on January 24, 2018:

Most passionate and expressive poetry.

Verlie Burroughs from Canada on January 22, 2018:

Dean, the decrescendo, (I had to look it up) perfect. Good write. Enjoyed the transition from the loud night club to the quiet walking away. Sometimes silence is so loud!

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