Symphonic sapphic

By Beadle Roeming

​Author’s note:
This piece is dedicated to queer women and anyone who has ever felt the pull of sapphic love. I often find there’s a unique kind of loneliness there, a very quiet and painful yearning that shakes you to your soul. I’ve always deeply connected with music; it’s something that immediately strikes the heart, that goes beyond what simple words can describe. So I wanted to incorporate that element here. There’s something fundamentally musical about love, desire, and everything else that makes us human. And despite all the dissonance, this symphony we call life will always find its resolution, its home chord. It’s the moments of tension and movement that make the end voices so satisfying. I hope you enjoy!


Your flirt and Sapphic kind of queer
bore certain sadness I could hear
It struck a chord within my bones
a humble score still stained with tears

You’re on the minor fall, my dear
and one that rings out loud and clear
But listen harder—shifting tones
You’ve never sung this song alone

Harmonic lifts will fill the ears
Voices join and pass the years
Symphonic sapphic strong as stone
your tender heart can only grow.


© 2025 Beadle Roeming