The tinkle of a broken glass hangs in the air
Long after it’s smashed, damaged and broken
The yelling, the screaming, all the fake gleaming
Were given every day as love’s small token
As a poignant note played on the piano,
An echo, a resonance, or the cry of a soprano.
An end of a melody, a deluded fantasy,
a song, a lullaby that needn’t be justified
Reverberating in the air, unspoken yet heard
It ended all at once, in one fast blow
In a swift movement, in an artistic flow
The magic, the charm, the beauty, all gone
Scattered all that was once a whole,
The life, in a life, that is no more.
Treated as if destroyed
will not make a mess,
will cause no pain, no damage,
no hurt, no stress.
The illusion perceived as an actuality
Across the moment, a ghastly reality
Not realized then, just blissfully immune,
That with one small act, lives will be strewn
Unrecognized, and unseen,
That on the other side lies a different scene.
Spoken a million times, across a million crimes
The plea of every victim to a sinner at their prime,
The hope for reasoning
a display of humanity
The hope to again remember,
The forgotten virtues and morality.
Forgotten in time, forgotten in words,
Forgotten in crowds and even in herds,
A simple fact, a truth, a decree,
A lesson for all, for all to see,
That the leaves on a branch make up a tree
That each drop in the ocean makes a sea,
And that many people are a part of me.
You dare to break one then you dare to break all,
Not only those destroyed,
but the destroyer suffers the greatest fall.
