Metronome Poem by Helen Crutchett

Metronome

To me you were the song the nightingale trills
In the lonely spaces of music's beat...
A heart's violin string in deep rhapsody playing
Love's beautiful melody.
Oh, how I dreaded that fateful hour when the
metronome ceased leaving me with a tuneless
melody and a life of emptiness.

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