The Blues Collector

She was a collector of the broken hearted,

a connoisseur of the lonely souls

in her tenderness.

Her mystique quieted the rage

of life's unjustness.

She reveled as inlets of recovery grooved

themselves into her assemblage.

She soothed them with lyrics of love,

as her melody began to heal their injured hearts.

Soon harmony began to emerge from within the downtrodden,

and music lived where music had died.

Eventually with solo voices, in unison they raised,

not to sing her praises,

but to berate the concert

as merely a falsetto.

As her voice was muted,

she become an antiquated reminder

of the blues

in her own collection.