Travesty

Music fills my very soul
Warm in a barren wasteland of ice
light where there has been darkness for so long.
From the very first note I feel safe
Warm inside as the melodies form their embrace
They travel deep inside
To find the vast emptiness that has become my soul
To try to revive the forsaken body
and heal bleeding wounds that have been infected.
They rear and change as the enter the deserted cavern
Becoming less soothing
They tend to move at a slower pace
Cautious now because they know that it is unsafe
It might do more damage to the soul
If they try to heal all the damage and infected wounds.
Still they try to heal the tender spirit
Only realizing that it was causing more damage
so they agreed on retreating
Before the wounds become festering and raw.
The soul cries out for the melodies embrace
But the melodies retreat instead saying "we can't"
The soul is left more broken than before
The music a travesty of hope and security.