Dissonance clangs, a cacophonous dischord inside my
head, sets heavy chimes spinning like tonnes of lead,
unravelling in a screech and groan, no apology, no
leaving me alone, but drowning out, less
often now, more a whimper than a howl,
softening to a lighter tone, in shades of
less blatant monochrome, slipping
through a thinner veil, simply
gliding and now standing
still, so delicate they
meet their death, to
start again with
a single
breath