Ballad

It skips down the lane of past
Echoing melodies of cheers and laughter,
Pauses to listen to the voice
That had once mattered a lot

Kin sings a ballad to come back home,
Kith beckons it to new ventures ahead,
Dreams play the tune of a terrific tomorrow
While today lifts the needle off that gramophone

Chirping birds and rustling leaves,
The hum of soothing serenity,
Suddenly the tempo starts climbing
Bringing on the woes of worry, vexatious

Come chaos, deathcore bellows,
Anger raging, blood roaring,
It yells, it screams, it wails
Until there’s only sombre melancholy chords

With deafening silence, with maddening cacophonies,
With tears of joy and despair,
Sometimes the tool for magnificence
Sometimes the worst intents of all

It awes me, it scares me,
How can something
Be so incredibly, polymorphically potent?
The sound of my mind