The strings
Pull taut
On my fingers
Rising the
Music sways
While you dance
With her you
Look dazzling
On the ballroom floor
The lilt of this
Instrument I play
Keeps you entertained
My hands strain
Bleeding into the
Sinewy cords
I try not to sob, not
To disturb this
“Music” I play for you
The crescendo
Gasps, filling the
Empty space between us
I will play for you,
Always
Until this song ends.
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Very few understand the extents of pain and suffering each kind of artist undergoes to deliver their song into the world. I love your poem; it speaks to me in a sense that I know I am never alone.
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Thank you very much, I appreciate that. I hope you can continue to realize that you will never, ever be alone in this world 🙂
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