"Music is what feeling sounds like." ~ Unknown

You might know by now that I use writing as a primary emotional outlet. What you may not know is that much of my writing is based either on emotion, or music. I am a firm believer that music is the best way to articulate feelings, since we can't put a melody into our pen ink. As a change from the norm, I decided to share with you a poem I wrote based off the song Emphasis by Sleeping at Last. (Feel free to offer criticism. I am always looking to improve.)

Questions in a Box
Spill the wine over the puzzle
that only the smallest and most delicate hands
can put together,
so slowly,
so gently.
Someone,
perhaps, the aunt, the mother, or the cousin
watching over him
turns over the hourglass onto the worn
19th century books
just to watch how long it takes for the wine to soil
the brand new puzzle,
the one with lines
dancing in loops on its surface
that weave through the basket and forest
printed on the delicate
cardboard pieces,
all 500 of them.
Maybe the sides of the pieces
that are meant to marry in our hands
and be together forever
hold the answers
as to why the world still turns.
Maybe the ink coloring the basket and
forest will bleed and show the true colors
of destruction
by tears
and by loss.
An older,
rougher, experienced hand
deliberately brushes the innocent skin
of the child
sitting on the floor
amidst hundreds of answers,
and its touch carries the unspoken message
to be gentle with the pieces
because there are no replacements,
no other ways to break the truth.
Two pieces stick,
not meant to be together,
two answers that contradict each other,
are pulled apart again,
put back together,
and pulled apart in a definite decision
that they are not meant to be.
Only in the dimming hours of
the warm, rainy afternoon,
is the soul mate piece of cardboard
found for the piece that was
broken away earlier.

Here is the link to the video of the song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tuLfT54jS8A