Sympathetic resonance

I cannot say this aloud,
as I risk making it sound
like someone else's tragedy is about me.
And it's not.
It's about a devastated family
and their loved one.
We are reeling from the shock.

Away from the epicentre,
I can't help feeling doubly shaken
as current events make old ones reverberate within;
in much the same way
that piano or guitar strings will vibrate
in sympathy with a sudden loud noise.
It's struck too close for comfort
and I wonder,
will it always be this way?

Will that hidden, most painful memory
always resound to the same frequency,
sounding an alarm in response to its name?
Or will time and patience one day bring
healing
and silence?