Chords of My Dying Love

Updated on January 22, 2018
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Dean Traylor is a freelance writer and teacher. He wrote for IHPVA magazines and raced these vehicles with his father (who builds them).


From a darkened 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


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    • Kamalesh050 profile image

      Kamalesh050 7 weeks ago from Sahaganj, Dist. Hooghly, West Bengal, India

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

    • Gypsy Rose Lee profile image

      Gypsy Rose Lee 7 weeks ago from Riga, Latvia

      Most passionate and expressive poetry.

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      Verlie Burroughs 7 weeks ago from Canada

      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!