I found pieces of me –
glazed and shining like crystals of ice,
glittering in the sun like diamonds,
shimmering and refracting upon the lenses of my eyes –
and I collected them up in my arms,
pulled them to me and took them in
and melded them to the walls of my wildly beating heart.
I found pieces of me calling out
in a calming, rhythmic tone,
so I played them,
and their notes lit up my heart as they danced –
soothing and healing
the pieces of my bruised heart.
I salvaged pieces of me
away from your furious pounding fists –
trinkets and baubles –
cracked but unbroken
by your rage.
I found pieces of me,
and they electrified the muse as they played –
dancing and gliding
laughing and reeling –
pieces of me
I put them in,
and they played like music.