It Soothes. It Controls -- A Poem By Tadashi

By Tadashi @Tadashiswave

In the deepest pits of oblivion, I hear the nylon strings of a scratched ukulele play a confusing tune that splashes and engulfs my mind.

This song, endless and flinty is the voice that the crowd perceives. 

Each strummed note played harshly and unprepared with every progression; and yet beyond this effect there is an infinitesimal but distinguished sound. It soothes. A sound heard familiar from the small dirty shoes of a child crunching on autumn leaves, or a radiant un regrettable laugh from the mouth of one’s missing piece. 

The warmth felt in the cheeks of a girl receiving the text from him that will define her happiness for the next six months, and will define her sadness the next few after that. 

In this dark melody, there is an after effect of hope.

It controls. A ringing sound of love and affection for the malice crowd, even through their contempt against the tune of his instruments. 

Although the song is amateur and unpredictable, there lies underneath a softer touch clouding around the ears of those who listen, and whispers the promise that everything will be ok. 

This melody is my song, and also my soul. 

It soothes.

It controls.

I now must ask you to repeat what you said.