music of the heart

Solitude, I love.
That's when I hear-
strumming the strings of my heart,
every memory resonating
into music notes -
at times like a brilliantly composed song,
sparkling with happiness;
at times intense and soulful
that streams down as a drop of tear,
and clings on to my chin,
refusing to let go;
at times disastrously distorted-
furious, chaotic, deafening
and may be, unforgiving.