Music flows on different notes,
From shards that fall apart;
The bliss of being broken –
The charm of broken hearts.
Of each mournful, plaintive croon,
Blooms courage, power and strength;
The bliss of being broken –
Rapturous rewards at length.
Each mortal wound leaves traces,
Of immortal streaks and marks;
The bliss of being broken –
Symbols of amorous sparks.
Shards, strength and marks together,
Wake a warrior within;
The bliss of being broken –
A battler with a wing; as winter turns to spring!
And then the light seeps in,
To mend the painful cracks;
The bliss of broken things –
As wabi sabi they’re back!
