Prelude
She savors each new song like ice cream;
She meanders through its every face,
Discovering the music.
She understands it;
It understands her.
Music and sound
Intertwined with her soul
So begins the cycle of music.
Segno
Whenever she craves music,
One song comes to mind.
Obsession sets in.
At every moment,
She seeks the song.
It spurs her creations;
It fuels her art
She values that song, or so she thinks.
The song becomes familiar,
Every note,
Every word,
Every silence:
She learns it all.
Familiarity dulls the taste,
Not because the song has changed;
She has changed.
She brushes aside the mere mention of it
Finally, it becomes cloying.
Too much, yet also banal.
Bitter and tasteless and spicy and sweet.
A new song is sought after and found.
The cycle repeats.
D.S. Al Coda
Coda
Weeks and months later,
She appreciates it again
No longer as the best of friends,
Only acquaintances,
A friendly, familiar face at best.
Ad Infinitum
Published April 1, 2021
Written by Yilin Tan ~ Edited by Farah Mourad ~ Graphics by Samridhi Verma
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